Feb 04, 2005 22:07
I didn't fall asleep until it was night out again. Once again, I feel that feeling in my chest, fight it, and eventually fall asleep much later then I wanted to. I dream again, and I wake up happy. Odd.
I do remember a bit of my dream this time. It involved Jack Black. We were roommates and we were fighting over fridge real estate, and we didn't want each others food to get mixed up.
You know, right when I got back to Maine I ran into my dad. He was at my mom's house (who has a restraining order on him) and the police were coming to pick him up. So I got him to come into my car and we drove around for a while. We talked, and eventually I drove him to some of my dad's relatives. I don't talk much to my family.
We get there and he's kind of incoherent. One of my relatives drags me aside and asks me if I know about the "Alexander Anger". I guess it's something that comes along later in life, it makes us very stubborn. A big family trait on my father's side. That, along with dying in your 60's. And I wonder if a lot of these feelings I can't explain are my past coming to ask me to step up and join the lineage.
But you know what? They won't take me without a fight.
I'm stubborn like that.