TruePhoenix

My father is in my livingroom, wearing his long winter coat. I am a bit confused at that, it's summer after all. He wants to throw out a lot of stuff.Then he complains some spices taste like glue. I then start talking to him about something of his that has no place in the living room, but he doesn't answer. At one point, I pinch my nose, and can breath. I become lucid, but I wake up right after.