23 May 98
don't forget dream from a few nights ago: dad rubs dogs eye, then when I intervene, we go chest-to-chest: "get out of my way." "fine i'm leaving." then can't leave without key, unwilling to ring bell later, sheepish, humiliated. stomp to back room, slam door, and wake up. |
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