The back of my car is packed full of random things. Behind the passenger seat is a stack of about 20 books. A few of the books are about lucid dreaming; two are about kids growing up with out a mom or a dad. My stepdad is here and I want to tell him about the books about the kids but realize it might be awkward since he grew up without a mother. He does notice the dream books and tells me he thinks I've been doing drugs in order to have lucid dreams.
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