dreams:

1. it was like when i lost the larger half of my baby blanket. once i got used to having the smaller half, it wasn't so bad. in my dream there was half of my father, it was his body, with half of his memories. he called himself my dad's brother, but really, he was my dad.


2. started out mundane. went to concert at brookdale. arrived late, as people were leaving. walked back to room. girl complaining loudly on her cell phone. in elevator with chinese family. talked to them. got out of elevator and walked down hall to find my door open and the light on. resembled a hotel room. at first i think brookdale is doing another inspection, but when i look in, i see 3 dads in the room. one is corpse on the floor. one is on the bed, face half covered. it looks like he is wearing a face mask. one is sitting in a chair over bed. i walk in, incredulous that my father is alive and that there are 3 of them. "leave me alone, tracy." says the one on the chair. "but..what are you doing here..." no answer. the one on the bed grabs my hand. it is not cold, not warm. i hold his hand for a minute, until i feel a needle on my face. he is trying to stick me with it. i cry and tell him to stop before awakening.