I had a dream the other night in which I went camping with my grandfather and his second wife, Jane. Jane died when I was only three, so I really don't remember her - but Al* passed only four years ago. It's a very strange thing to think about for me, because I was never close with Jane and as far as I know she never really cared for kids. There's not a thing in the world that could give me a clue as to why I would have this dream now. What is perhaps the strangest is that this dream was... coherent. I think I was aware it was a dream, but this one sequence wasn't very surreal at all. Suddenly, I was living this trip. Bet it would've been a fun one even today, if it really happened; however, Al hated the great outdoors anyway. Meh.
Oh and also I found out my parents lied to me about why my mother has been sick and that she did, in fact, drink out her liver. Happy days, everybody.
Man, my writing sucks. Maybe this blog can help improve it a tiny bit.
*I picked up calling my grandfather by his first name from my father, please don't take this as overly disrespectful to a man resting in peace.
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