Dreamed of my Father
Dreamed of my father again. He was taking me through a bigger and somewhat stylized version of the home of my youth, showing me what looked to be things we owned when I was a child (1960's) in perfect condition. I was rhapsodizing about the possibility of raising money by selling them.
He looked at me sadly and said "We hoped that by giving you a good education that with your brains you would live a life of wealth and ease."
I bitterly commented that this fate obviously wasn't to be mine.
Things kind of faded out as I woke up and realized that (1) all the realities of those things on my side of spacetime had long since been lost, and (2) that my father had been dead for over a quarter century.
It says something that he keeps a collection of that stuff, though. He's one of the biggest reasons why I hope that there really is a life beyond.
Bye, Dad. I miss you more than I have words to tell.
He looked at me sadly and said "We hoped that by giving you a good education that with your brains you would live a life of wealth and ease."
I bitterly commented that this fate obviously wasn't to be mine.
Things kind of faded out as I woke up and realized that (1) all the realities of those things on my side of spacetime had long since been lost, and (2) that my father had been dead for over a quarter century.
It says something that he keeps a collection of that stuff, though. He's one of the biggest reasons why I hope that there really is a life beyond.
Bye, Dad. I miss you more than I have words to tell.