So, the last few days have taught me alot about tragic communication breakdowns. Remember how clear everything seemed when you were younger? "Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now..." Good ol' Bobby.

I had a dream about my dad last night. Mom and I were at his funeral, and out of the blue, he came and sat beside us. Apparently, the whole cancer thing had just been a ploy to erase his identity. For some reason, no one recognized him and he went up to the coffin with great glee, pretending to pay respects to himself. So, we had this private joke between the three of us, and Mom and I took turns going up to the coffin, giggling the whole time. Not sure how to interpret a dream like that. Maybe just plain old wish fullfilment? I had many variations on that dream when he died, for like 2 years. Usually it involved him sneaking back home under clandestine conditions, so that no one would find out he was still alive. My favorite was when he'd bump into me in a mall or something, with sunglasses on and all that kinda stuff. He'd hand me a note or something, just to let me know he was still out there, and then disappear into the crowd again. My other favorite was when the 2 of us would team up to rescue a bunch of POW's or kidnapped children or something. The goal was always singular, to lead them to freedom, not safety. Funny, because in my waking life I always feel like I'm seeking the opposite...