01-21

01-21 – 8:51am

I remembered what I dreamt about last night, in between waking up a million times like normal. I’m thinking it was in Oregon City for some reason, but anyway, we’re walkin around, and we’re walking on this bridge with people I know, but I don’t actually know. This bridge has no rails, and it’s quite a ways down, falling off would mean certain death. So I’m walkin next to this kinda drunky guy, and he’s not so sure of his footing, and once or twice he teeters on the edge and I hold his arm and pull him away from falling. Well, at one point I’ve been pulled to the edge and have fallen, and am hanging on my the edge of my foot somehow. I am holding on to drunky guy with one hand, and looking up and calling for help. When I look up, I see the girl I’d been walking with near my feet and my dad looking down from a ledge a little further away. I call for help, look to my dad, and then look to the girl closest to me, and tell her to grab my foot and pull, then swing my arm up and pull myself back onto the ledge. With drunky guy of course. But at this point I’m not thinking about him, I’m thinking about my father, who I promptly walk to, point at, and with rage announce that he is no longer my father, and vowed never to speak to him ever again after leaving me for dead on that ledge. He tried to explain that he was going to help, and that he was trying to think of what to do, but I would hear none of it.

“sup dude. Sure yea, but, could you keep it down out there? I’m trying to sleep, I gotta work.”