Badness.
So i've been up since like 4:30 this morning because I woke up crying from this horrible dream. I was in washington, in a house that was my dad's (but it wasn't really his real house, but you know how dreams go). I was walking through this house with the knowledge that the whole reason I was back home was for my dad's funeral. But it was very surreal and I was just walking around looking at his belongings and things. Slowly, this knowledge was sinking in that my dad was dead. I came to this room with a huge aquarium in it; it had a webcam set up so it was broadcasting these beautiful tropical fish just swimming back and forth over the webcam on an internet webpage (something my dad might actually do cus he is just a nerd like that). I stood there staring at the fish tank with the camera set up and realized that it would just keep broadcasting forever and ever (not logical, since no one would be there to feed them and they would all die eventually, but hey..) And that is when it sunk in that my father was dead, and i hadn't spoken to him recently and the last time i had it was some inconsequential conversation, like the gardening he was working on or me complaining about work or something normal like that. And that is the last conversation I had with him, and I would never be able to speak to him again about anything vastly important or any tiny, insignificant thing again.