I said to my daughter “Get behind me.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure. Something weird’s going on.”
“I can handle weird, dad.”
I looked at her. “My kind of weird.”
She got behind me.
[I’m guessing at the date on this one, based on something I posted to Pinterest seven months ago. Apparently this dream involved skeletons and a doctor’s waiting room.]
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