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★ 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝕵𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 : Share your dreams ☯

Greetings Fellow Dreamers!!!

I decided that it was about time for a new dreaming thread, since my last one has finally slowed to almost a stop after nearly 4,000 views and 60 awesome replies! :D (Thanks everyone!)

I want this to be more casual and fun, so I'm not putting any guidelines on it like I did with the last one. What would you like to share with your fellow oneironauts? Your favorite dreams? Least favorite dreams? Recurring dreams? Lucid dreams? Night terrors? Sleep paralysis? Hypnogogic phenomena? Anything and everything dream-related is welcome!

My nocturnal adventures have been fascinating me for over 45 years now, with dreams that range from utterly mundane to cinematically epic! Since even posting only the "epic" ones here would take up way too much time and space, I will limit my input mainly to recent ones that I think you will find interesting.

Here are three that I've had in the past year or so. The first two were originally posted in my last dream thread, so I apologize if you have read them already...

A Good Dream: "The Lucid Dream House"

I found myself in a large bedroom that I didn't recognize, with one of those devices that projects moving stars on the walls and ceiling. I realized that I was dreaming and decided to explore the rest of the house.

The living room contained a sit-down driving arcade game from the 1980's or 90's, which was right by the stairs leading down to the basement. I went downstairs and found it decorated with items that appeared to be from around the 1700's. The ones that I remember are crowns and decorative Faberge-type eggs. There was a musical instrument that was played like a piano, but was basically an engraved silver plate that pulled out like a drawer. As I began to play it, two young women in very antique-style dress sang a song that went something like, "Why have you come here? Is that the crown that you wish to wear?". It had a tune like the "One, two, Freddie's coming for you..." song from Nightmare on Elm Street, but a bit faster and not as creepy.

I went back upstairs and stepped outside, which was off of the bedroom where I started. All I found was a plain looking back yard with nothing of particular interest, so I came back inside. I decided to walk through the house once more and found everything to be exactly identical to the first time, which I found fascinating.
The stars on the ceiling, the driving game, the old-time basement... they were all still there.

(From there it went on to a couple other scenes, but my lucidity faded and the dream ended shortly afterwards.)

A Not-So-Good Dream: "Blue Ghost Ladies" ("Am I in Hell?")

I found myself outdoors in some kind of post-apocalyptic wasteland at night, and it was snowing. I walked up to some bar/restaurant with the lights on and people inside, which appeared to be the only sign on human life in this otherwise dark and desolate environment. I entered the building, but everything turned sort of two-dimensional like a cardboard cutout, then disappeared.

I was back outside and being followed by two blue, female, ghost-like entities. I was partially lucid by this point and suspected that I may be dreaming, so I turned away from them and tried to wake myself up. (Since I was very young, I have always done this by closing my eyes and shaking my head back and forth in the dream.) This time it didn't work though. I looked behind me and found the same exact blue ghost ladies still pursuing me. I asked them if I was dreaming, but they just looked at me with evil grins. I asked them if I was dead and in hell, and they did the same. This time though, they opened their mouths and an icy mist came out.
(There was a commercial for breath mints or chewing gum a few years back where the people breathed a vapor like this.)

I tried looking away and waking myself up a few more times, to no avail. I was so mindful that I remember thinking this clearly: I must be either dreaming, hallucinating, completely psychotic or truly in hell (like real, literal, bible-type hell). I was beginning to doubt that it was just a dream because I've always been able to wake myself up in the past. I knew that I hadn't taken any hallucinogens before bed, and I was pretty sure that I wasn't delusional enough to be imagining the whole thing. That left hell as my only option.

(Words cannot convey how utterly terrifying this was. I was absolutely convinced that whatever was happening, this was my new reality and there was no way out of it... possibly for eternity!)

The blue ghost ladies finally disappeared, but I was still trapped in this desolate nightscape for a while longer. At some point it turned into a couple of "false awakenings" where I found myself safely back in bed, or so I thought. My room looked normal to me, but every time that I opened my door and stepped into the hallway, everything would become surreal and I would realize that I still dreaming!

(When I finally woke up for real, I felt a bit disoriented to say the least. For the first five minutes or so, I didn't completely trust the fact that I was really awake. I was half expecting to find myself back in the nightmare again!)

Sweet Dreams!!!
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(I am a male in my late 40's, and my parents' only child. They are both in their early 70's. You'll see why this is relevant to the dream. Man, this one was heavy...)

"My Younger-Version Parents"

As I was walking through a nondescript suburban neighborhood similar to where I grew up, I got an eerily strong feeling that I was supposed to visit this one certain house for some reason. I walked up to the front door and was greeted by a much-younger version of my parents. They appeared to be in their mid-20s, which is the age they were when I was born. They invited me in and I followed them upstairs. We went into a room that contained an full-size bed and a baby's crib, but no baby was present and they seemed to use it more as a living room. It was small, cluttered and dirty. They were hanging out with a man about their age, who was apparently a friend of theirs.

It seemed as though I had travelled back in time to the early 1970's, but some alternate version of it since I had never seen this house before. I started casually asking them questions without appearing overly suspicious or freaked out. They told me that they had a 3 year-old daughter and a 2 year-old son. When I asked where their children were, they said that the girl was staying with friends and the boy was in the hospital with some kind of infection.

Young Mom mentioned that they were thinking of putting the little boy up for adoption because they couldn't care for them well enough, and Young Dad said, "You might as well, because they love him a lot more than I do!". She started crying and asking for a bottle of bourbon, and he said something about her drinking straight vodka with peanuts in it every day after work! She admitted to drinking after work but said that it was only beer.

(My mom is not a drinker and never has been. One glass of wine just about makes her sick!)

He then went on to say that she had strange men over to the house who used the bathroom without even closing the door. I knew that something very strange was obviously happening, but I couldn't quite figure it all out. I asked Young Dad if it was possible that they were stuck in some kind of alternate reality, but he insisted that everything was perfectly normal. He implied that I was delusional in some way, so I just went along with it while trying to make sense of everything.

Young Mom began to tell me a crazy story about how I could fly for a short time when I was very small, but then I forgot how to. (This was the first time that either of them acknowledged that I was their son, but it only added to my confusion.) She said that every day I would play my old 45rpm records and fly around the house. She also said that I had a beard back then, and that I had to tuck it under my chin in order to fly! She mentioned something about shaving cream, and everything started to make sense.

(When I was about 3 or 4 years old, I had a nightmare about getting sprayed with shaving cream that I still remember to this day. This is when I finally realized that I was only dreaming!!!)

I laughed and said that she was about to see me fly again, because I know how to fly in my dreams. I levitated and flew out through a large picture window and over their house, where I landed in the driveway. Now I could relax and do some exploring. It was a small, light green house with a tiny front porch. I looked at the mailbox and it said either 96 Park Avenue or 96 Park Street. It was the last house on the corner of what I believe was called Main Street. I got the impression that it was close to where I grew up, but not in the same neighborhood.

Young Mom came running out of the house and said something about how she always loved me and worried about me all the time.

(The dream ended here, and I woke up feeling very emotional. I frantically wrote everything down so I wouldn't forget it.)

Thanks for reading! :D
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I love dreaming. Mostly I am consciously aware that I am dreaming so I just go with it.
 

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I love dreaming. Mostly I am consciously aware that I am dreaming so I just go with it.
Lucid dreams are awesome, and a lot of people tell me that they've never had one.

Do you ever try doing anything fun like flying or transforming your surroundings? Lately I've been having more fun just walking around and exploring. I try to do things like read billboard signs and peer inside cabinets, because my dreams are usually very detailed and I'm always fascinated by the crazy things that my subconscious never fails to conjure up!
 

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Lucid dreams are awesome, and a lot of people tell me that they've never had one.

Do you ever try doing anything fun like flying or transforming your surroundings? Lately I've been having more fun just walking around and exploring. I try to do things like read billboard signs and peer inside cabinets, because my dreams are usually very detailed and I'm always fascinated by the crazy things that my subconscious never fails to conjure up!
I hav lucid dreams almost every night. Normally I try to think of stuff and it appears and I can use it. Anything I think of comes to me. Not alot though hahahaha, most of the time I am like "okay so I know this is a dream, I want a rocket launcher"....but then fuckall happens.
 

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I hav lucid dreams almost every night. Normally I try to think of stuff and it appears and I can use it. Anything I think of comes to me. Not alot though hahahaha, most of the time I am like "okay so I know this is a dream, I want a rocket launcher"....but then fuckall happens.
Ha ha! Yeah, being aware that you're dreaming and actually being able to exert any control over them are two very different things indeed. I've gotten pretty good at flying (hence my name), but that's about it.

One time I tried to make a beautiful woman appear and got something that looked like a 3-foot tall muppet version of that green thing from Ghostbusters! I laughed so hard that I actually woke myself up laughing out loud.
 

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(The young lady in my dream is a cousin who I knew when we were younger, but haven't seen in years. She must be in her early 30's by now, and none of the details in the dream bear any resemblance to the way that she was in real life.)

October 17-18, 2017: "Addicted Female Cousin"

My mother told me that my female cousin had acquired a drug habit, and was coming to stay with us for a while because her family kicked her out. She arrived and told me that she was addicted to ketamine, but it seemed more like she was on some type of amphetamine. I said to her, "Well... you might still be tweaking a little, but other than that you look great!" (This was not meant as an insult, but rather to reassure her that I understood what she was going through).

We sat down together on the same side of a cafeteria-type booth, and she began to cuddle with me. I pulled away and politely stated that it wasn't appropriate because we're cousins! She understood and reluctantly agreed to respect my wishes.

From there it went through a series of typically odd dream scenarios. We were having a family barbecue and people kept on offering me hamburgers, which I found amusing because I'm a vegetarian. Then I realized that I wasn't wearing a shirt, and spent some time walking around the local mall (shirtless, of course) to find one.

Eventually I was back at the house, and my cousin was getting ready to leave. My mom gave her sort of a half-hug, but made a crude remark about not wanting to touch her because of some sores or rash on her (my cousin's) back.

My cousin then hugged me and it felt as though she had some type of ointment on her back, but she didn't seem to have anything that was contagious so I wasn't really concerned about it. She continued trying to embrace me after I let go and it made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but eventually she did so and left.

Later I was watching the show "Intervention" on TV and thought that it was about her, but then realized that it was a different young woman and she was huffing gasoline-soaked rags right at a gas station!

:?

Sweet Dreams!!!
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Oh man dreams are weird! I want to contribute some to this thread but I haven't dreamed vividly in a while... too much partying I suspect. :\ Yet another reason to chill out a bit. When I get some time I'll write out some particularly memorable dreams from the past.

One time I tried to make a beautiful woman appear and got something that looked like a 3-foot tall muppet version of that green thing from Ghostbusters! I laughed so hard that I actually woke myself up laughing out loud.
Haha!! =D I'm literally laughing out loud too!

I bored myself awake in a dream once when I was a kid. It was like that Calvin & Hobbes panel where he's dreaming that he's counting all the rocks on Mars, and he wakes himself up. Except that in my case it was walking between a series of points. I kept doing it, and doing it, and doing it, until I got so bored I woke up.
 

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Ha ha, I know, right? I don't think that I could consciously make some of this stuff up even if I tried. The "animated greeting card face" one really astonished me. I mean, it rhymed and everything!

I must have inherited my gift/curse of crazy dreaming from my dad, because my mom's are usually boring but a lot of his sound like bad acid trips or something. (He had one where he was making out with some girl, then she suddenly turned into a worm that was attached to the inside of his mouth!) Gee, thanks Dad... =D

When I get some time I'll write out some particularly memorable dreams from the past.
Awesome! I look forward to your contributions. I'm planning to go through my dream journals and post some of my "greatest hits" here as well.
 
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It's really interesting that you're able to read words in dreams because I've heard again and again from people that you can't read in dreams. Personally I have never encountered text in dreams, and I've even seen sheets of paper that I somehow understood, but there was nothing written on them, but the implication was that there was something written on them.
 

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I had a dream that kidd rock did a song defending Donald Trump. I was reading this on my phone. kidd rock was sat on the edge of my bed with a few other people. I shoved him off and told him he was an idiot. We argued and I was like " we've been friends for 20 years, let's just agree to disagree " nah, we were gonna fight. He turned into a demon type thing much akin to crampus. I thought I'll never win. I grabbed loads of knives but I never found out what happened.


I don't even rate kidd rock.
 

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It's really interesting that you're able to read words in dreams because I've heard again and again from people that you can't read in dreams. Personally I have never encountered text in dreams, and I've even seen sheets of paper that I somehow understood, but there was nothing written on them, but the implication was that there was something written on them.
I can usually understand written or printed text in my dreams, but the words are often misspelled or jumbled up a bit. Only occasionally are they perfectly legible like in the greeting card dream.

Also, they usually change if I turn away and then look back at them. That's actually one of the "reality checks" that lucid dreamers use to tell if they're dreaming. Another one is to count the number of fingers on each hand, because they're rarely correct and often change as well.

I'm about to flip through some of my dream journals and start picking out some of the best (or worst!) to post here. Stay tuned, my friends...
 

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i dream i'm m 'deaf and dumb' but can actually hear and speak just fine but don't wanna be found out a fraud by sayinh some shite excuse lel
 

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Okay folks, here's a memorable one from last year's dream journal...

December 17-18, 2016: "Late 1970's Yankee Game"

I found myself back around 1977-78 and pitching for the Cincinnati Reds against the New York Yankees. The actual players from that era were there: Reggie Jackson, Bucky Dent, Mickey Rvers, etc. It was supposed to be the old Yankee Stadium in the Bronx, but the tiny field and surrounding area resembled the state park in my own neighborhood.

I got the impression that it was occurring in two different places and two different times simultaneously, or perhaps switching between them at times. (I've had a lot of these types over the years, and I always find them extremely difficult to adequately describe. Sometimes a person seems to be a combination of two or more as well.)

The Yanks kept scoring runs and my teammates were playing as badly as I was, but I didn't even care because I was just thrilled to be there. I was wearing one of those small body-mounted video cameras and kept thinking how cool it would be to watch and play for people later.

I accidentally hit Thurman Munson in the head with a pitch, and irate fans started running out from the bleachers to attack me! This began a long period of being chased by this angry mob down streets that were partly in the Bronx and partly in my small town. I periodically glanced down at my body-cam to make sure that it was still recording, in case I needed to use it as evidence.

As time progressed it began to look more like my own neighborhood, which was good because at least I knew where I was going. I couldn't outrun the angry mob though, which seemed to be coming at me from all directions and in some cases, carrying weapons. One of them slashed my left forearm with what I called an "ice pick" when screaming for help, but it was actually a long sharp icicle shaped like a knife! I could actually feel the pain from it, which lasted for the remainder of the dream. It was a cold night (hence the icicle knife), and I could feel the chill as well.

At one point I saw Thurman Munson get into a van with his family, holding a bloody rag to his head. I tried to quickly apologize and let him know that it was an accident. He seemed to nod that he understood. I also realized that in real life he was going to lose his life in a plane crash on 8/2/79. I tried to warn him, but the angry fans were in hot pursuit so I had to continue running.

By now it was almost completely taking place in my hometown, and I ducked into a pizza parlor below my ex-girlfriend's apartment (in real life it's actually a news stand) to escape the mob, but they found me and I barely escaped.

From here the dream started to become partly lucid, but I still didn't understand what was happening. For a moment I became convinced that I was in some sort of virtual reality-type videogame called "Street Flundet" (dream-speak for "Street Fighter", I'm guessing), and looked for a way to turn it off somehow. This is the last thing I remember.

(I woke up surprised to find that my arm didn't hurt at all and was resting comfortably outside of the covers, so the pain that I felt from being stabbed in the dream seemed to be purely a product of my own mind. I was a bit chilly though, as I had fallen asleep with my fan on high.)

Sweet Dreams!!!
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I am going to try to get as much detail down as possible here. Just woke up from a long and quite vivid dream.

The whole dream took pl;ace in this mountain place that bears resemblance to where I live, but is also different. Pretty sure I've been there before in my dreams, but the thing about dream worlds is that sometimes you just plop in there complete with past experiences that I'm not sure whether were invented or have actually been experienced before. In any case, it felt quite familiar. The first half of the dream is indistinct to me, but it involved me and my brother going around and preparing for winter or something like that.

But I remember the second half well. We were camping at the base of a tall mountain. My brother had gone to climb the mountain. He had left a while ago, and then this guy who I knew to be a bounty hunter walked past the campsite. For some reason, I knew he was after my brother. So I went off after him, hoping to reach the top before him. The climb was arduous, it wasn't technical climbing, but more like pulling yourself up with rhododendron branches through a jungle. It really was quite a fun climb, and before long I passed the bounty hunter. I played it cool and pretended I was just another climber. He was having difficulty with it and swearing to himself. I asked him if he was having a nice day and if he didn't enjoy this nice view, and he was like, fuck this, I'm going back down, it's not worth it.

After some more struggle to reach the top, which really I found very fun, I got there. The view was staggering, it was as if I had ascended Mount Everest, I could see the curvature of the Earth. But instead of my brother, there were these... things. They seemed really familiar, they seem familiar to me now but it's hard to describe them or this next part. I realized that throughout my whole dream, I had been reading the flows of intention of (people? the world?), I could see them and interpret them. With them I could tell what was going to happen in the future, I could predict what choices people would make. It was this feeling of knowing, along with a visual representation, like waves of color yet invisible, that interacted and their interaction allowed me to understand. Up at the top of the world where I was, I became aware of separate entities that were talking about this force. I don't think they could see me. I interpreted them as sort of bearded giants, though they, too, were invisible. They were "talking" about how they were going to stop using these waves to determine events because it was too easy for people to read them sometimes. Then they took them away and I felt so blind, I realized I had been about to use them to find my brother and now I had absolutely no idea where he could be. Then I woke up.

There was more to it than that, I am not really satisfied with my description but it's the gist of it. There was also a whole first half of the dream with other people in it and other things going on, but that part is lost. The stuff about feeling the flows of intention was really trippy, I have these vague impressions of what that was like but it was some sort of process foreign to my brain right now. But at the time it felt so real and self-evident.
 
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Last night I had a really vivid and nice dream. In it, I was hanging out with my girlfriend at my house, and I took AMT (one of my favorite drugs). I fully felt it, it was like the best AMT high ever, I felt so lovey and rolly and beautiful. My friend Robbie called and said he was gonna come over later. After a while my girl and I decided to go out to eat, so we walked somewhere into this strip mall area (no relation to a real place as far as I know), and came to a bar place that we had been to before. In it we asked the bartender for more AMT, and she pulled out a little box of drugs and gave us some. Then after a while she left for the night and this other guy took over. He was cool, but I asked him for just a little more and he gave it to me and then told me it would be $10. I was a little peeved because in the dream, I guess we were really good friends with the bar owners and had never been asked for money.

Then I woke up for real, to my alarm, but I stayed up until 3 last night recording with my band, so I went back to sleep. Back in the dream, the reality was that I had dreamed the bar trip, so I was still on my original dose of AMT. Me and my girl were having a great time, and eventually we laid down in bed, because she was tired. I was waiting for my friend to arrive, and he was taking forever, so I dozed off (in the dream). The sleep felt SO GOOD, in the dream within a dream, I was dreaming that I was hanging out with my friend (the one who was coming over)'s girlfriend (another friend of mine) and this other guy, and we were having an awesome time doing rolling-style activities, where she gave me some more AMT. Then I woke up (in the dream) and was like, man, that's 2 times I've woken up and dreamed I was given more AMT, oh well at least I really did take my favorite dose and that's still going on.

Then my friend arrived finally in the dream. He brought his band-mates who are also my friends, and they said we should all go to their place. My girl wanted to sleep but she said I should go and have fun. Right about then I woke up for real, and my first thought was... oh man, all those false wake-ups... the real one is my least favorite. Not only am I not on the greatest AMT high ever, but I've gotta go to work and I'm late. :p

But yeah, it was such a fun dream, and interestingly, for the second time in a pretty short amount of time, I actually totally felt a drug in my dream. I had SUCH a nice high, it was great. :)
 

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Ha ha, that's awesome! I've missed out on any dreams the last few nights for a couple of reasons.

First I had to get dental impressions, which nearly sent me into a full-blown panic attack that I kept thinking about at night. (Basically they cram a metal hockey puck in your mouth, then fill the rest of it with some kind of glue from a caulk gun and you have to lie still until it sets, feeling like you're choking and unable to swallow. My nose was stuffy too so I could hardly breathe.)

Then last night I had a splitting sinus headache and vertigo that gave me "bed spins" even though I was completely sober. I feel good today and I'm looking forward to some good REM-rebound sleep! I picked up some skullcap and mugwort and stuff, for tea and maybe to smoke a little before bed too. Oh yeah, and it's my 3rd day without a cigarette so I'm wearing a nicotine patch.
 

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Damn that sucks, hope you get back on the dream track. :) I quit drinking except occasionally recently where before I was drinking pretty heavily on many nights. I've been lightly waking up right before dawn almost every night and then dreaming really vividly until I get up. It's pretty cool. :) I had another vivid one last night but I got up immediately and had to do work so I forgot all about it.
 

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(Ugh, some nights I almost wish I'd stayed up! This dream was just a big mishmash of everyday concerns like finances and aging, but sort of fascinating in the way that it all tied together somehow.)

October 28-29, 2017: "Fast Food Nursing Home"

Okay, let's start with the basics here...

I worked for minimum wage at a nursing home owned by a major fast food chain.
The stockroom doubled as patient rooms with hospital beds.
My dad had apparently worked there when he was in Boy Scouts back in the 1950's.
I worked with a combination of young version of my dad and best friend from my teens.
Later my dad was his current age (early 70's) and more like a patient there.
I was also a patient myself at one point, and more around my dad's current age.

It started as me taking an entry-level job in what I thought was the stockroom of a fast food establishment, but turned out to be more of a nursing home. I was really concerned about the elderly patients there, but most of my co-workers didn't seem to be very compassionate. They were also very condescending towards me.

There was an 83 year-old man who kept asking for a glass of water and everyone ignored him, so I spoke up and got in trouble for it. My young dad/teenage friend was my one supporter, but he started to worry about getting a hard time for talking to me. I understood and wasn't upset with him. I just said half-jokingly, "I know... no consorting with the enemy, right?".

Sometime around here I was briefly a patient myself, and about 20-30 years older than I am in real life. Marilyn Monroe was a patient as well, and seemed to be around the same age. She still looked pretty good from what I remember, and we were cuddling in bed at one point! (the only good part of this whole stupid thing)

I was back at my current age and working there again, but I got frustrated and quit abruptly. I came home and poured a mixture of beer and something like a liquid GBH/GBL substance into a mug. My mom was there and asked what I was doing. I told her that I needed it for my anxiety and she said something like, "... or is your anxiety worse BECAUSE you do things like that?". I realized that it probably wasn't a great idea and dumped it down the sink.

I walked to the beach in the rain and my dad was standing out on the sandbar, looking and acting really frail and senile. I realized that I could no longer keep him in the nursing home because I had quit my job there, and it would be too hard to look after him at home.

I fell to my knees in the sand and cried out in despair, then sort of curled up in the fetal position on the sidewalk between the beach and road. (That was very dramatic and out-of-character for me, especially in public!) As I lied there next to a rain gutter, one of my former co-workers came by and left me a tray of fast food from the company as an insult!

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