Oh, man, a couple weeks ago I had a whale of a nightmare featuring My Father. About what, however, I forgot as soon as I got up out of bed. Why do you forget nightmares so quickly after waking?
I think, however, I've still got this one from this morning, although I'm short on details. It concerns Mother, and her wanting my help putting up what I figure out posts long enough to be used for mailboxes (although I don't think she was putting up mailbox posts ... you know what I'm saying?), and her yelling at me to the point where she, somehow, found out that I'm not actually working.
That's all I remember. But that's enough for me to classify it as a nightmare.
Man, what does it mean??
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