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For most of the day, I have been hanging on to the details of a dream I had last night. It is not really the strangest dream I have ever had, but it ranks. My sleep, if I get sleep, can be quite the adventure. I start off my night all cozy, and in the position of a normal person. I stay on my side of the bed and allow ample room for my dog. Yes, I am THAT person. By the time morning comes, I am usually diagonal...or upside down on the bed. Who knows how I get there? Stress brings on night terrors. I fight many beasts in my sleep. Sometimes though, my dreams are much like the acid trips I took in the 90's. They tend to be a slightly scary surreal.
I had a dream about my dead brother last night. In the dream I was looking for him, but I was always one step behind him. I would arrive at a destination, and he had just left. It was incredibly frustrating. Here is the weird part...at each destination a white van was following me. The driver was always different. The occupants were people representing some farm and investigating me. They had all these candid pictures of me doing random daily things. I spent my night trying to find my brother, and trying to stay away from these people.
I have been trying to make sense of it all. My brother is probably on my mind, because someone broke into my truck this week and stole his iPod out of the center console. It was the original iPod, and I had given it to him that Xmas. Sometimes I just liked listening to his music. My hope is that whomever stole it needed to feed someone. If not, well, I hope they enjoy the Statler Brothers, and Alabama.
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