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Last night was an event for the annals of history. It was a night like no other, one that I don't think I've had in recent memory. I actually remembered a dream. It was quite vivid, as well. It's just too bad it was wasted on the subject matter in question.

I had a dream that involved two people that I'm not sure that I am comfortable discussing. One being my paternal grandfather and the other being my biological father. Now, I realize that this isn't odd in most circles, but I haven't had physical interaction with my grandfather in twelve or thirteen years. My biological father is someone I have never really had any interaction with since I was about eight years old. Now, he did have the occasional drop into the picture for a couple of days, every ten fucking years, just to let you know I'm alive, but that's about it. Not exactly Ward-fucking-Cleaver. They both left the physical plane of existence last year: Grandpa in April and my father in August.

Now for the dream (and I'll paint a rough picture the best I can). There were a bunch of people, all pretty unremarkable, except for the fact they didn't have faces and I didn't know any of them except for my father and grandfather. Throughout the entire dream none of us said a word to each other. My grandfather was cooking at a barbecue grill, my father talked to other people that i did not recognize. It was quite short, now that I think about it. In the end of the dream, I pulled my father aside and asked him, "why are you here?" "I thought you were dead." He then told me, "it was a joke, I was joking." It was then that the dream ended.

Now what in the fuck does this all mean? Are they dead? Was I dead? Did I do some kind of out of body experience visit to the netherworld? Is it just my brain fucking with me for no good reason? It's really good at that. Any inspirational comments will be much appreciated.