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    My Son

    by , 08-12-2012 at 08:45 PM (536 Views)
    I had a son. I told my wife that I would take him to school so that she wouldn't have to. Don't remember who the wife was. Son was like four or five years old, very short, black hair. He and I get in this giant SUV and we head towards his school. We get there, and he thinks I'm gonna just drop him off outside, as it looks that I'm just pulling to the front door by the road. I instead pull around to the back, and ask him if he wants me to walk him inside, and he gets really excited. We park the vehicle in the back of the building, and get out. Some guy comments on the fact that the SUV is blocking most of the road, but fuck him, my kid's almost late, gotta get him inside. We start to go up to the top floor. I would say upstairs, but there aren't many stairs involved. The building is falling apart, and we have to get up to the top. So I'm helping lift and carry him up to the top. We get to the very end, where there's a little gap you have to cross, and I step across and then put out my hand to grab his so I can pull him across. He jumps, and catches himself on some old metal fence thing, and I pull him across. I'm worried that the fence hurt him, so I lift up his shirt and there are four tiny holes in his stomach. They aren't life threatening or super dangerous at the moment, but they need to be taken care of very quickly so they don't get infected. I tell him to stay right there, that I'll be right back. I zip down the building and start looking for rubbing alcohol and bandaids. I can't find a convenience store. I keep looking all over the area, nothing. Some dude that I know who lives near there asks me what I was looking for, and I tell him what I need. He says he has it, and goes to grab it for me. At this point I wake up.

    I later had a dream about my sister being in control of the family investments, and her fucking it all up buying posters and screens and shit to promote some band. Don't remember much of it.

    And then there was another that had to do with us fighting... something. I remember even less of this one. I just remember the feeling of a general struggle against some other force.

    And then there was another where I was trying to play a certain amount of NES games to unlock some special NES game... or something. I also don't remember much of this.

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