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Weirdest dream. Probably brought on by the fact that we were talking about old times yesterday from when we were kids. Man, the stories I could tell. Basically, I dreamed that my mom and I were coming to America [when I actually came I was a little over 1 years old so dont remember it]. My dad was already here, but somehow we got miscommunicated and my mom and I were trying to find him. We were in some really huge city, but it looked like it'd been in a recent war, it was in total ruins.
I was about 2 years old, but for some reason, I knew what was happening around me. It was an odd dream, it wasn't so much like a nightmare, but I was fascinated when I woke up. Like, that was how it really was. Eventually, we had some refugee lead us to some semi-abandoned building. There we found my dad living with my Godmother and uncle, and they were helping him survive. I felt so exhilarated when my mom and dad stepped into each others arms. I know, I'm an oddball, but it was a weird dream.
I am just tired. I fell asleep around 7-7:30am and woke up at noon to go bring Patricia to work, but my bro was already there to pick her up and take her. I was like OMG, you couldn't have come home and told me, I could so be sleeping right now! I can't stop yawning. Thinking of curling back under the covers for a quick 2-3hour nap...hahaha. I need to go to the pharmacy though for my mom's drugs. Might do that when I pick up Patricia from work. Yeah, wow. I'm super tired. I'm gonna go lay down.