Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
Dad I lit up a cigarette and took a drag. IWL I quit 20 years ago. My father came home so I ran out of the house. I was afraid because I wasn't supposed to smoke in the house. I told him, "I won't do it again." Then he was smoking too. Then I came up to him and neither of us were smoking. I was so excited to see him, I tried to explain how important it was that I connect with him this time. I knew that I'd had other chances and never could connect with him. I kind of knew that I'd been seeing him in dreams, but I didn't really put it all together. The dream ended there. Lost I was looking for a party and got lost driving. I turned around and found my way back. Being lost on dream roads was really weird. I got to the party and found a couple of my old bosses there. I felt out of place with one because he holds a much, much higher position than I ever did, but just as I was feeling that way, he hugged me. At that point, he turned into an unresponsive DC. We separated, and the dream ended.