First time I've dreamt about Daddy in a while...
It starts off that my dad looks scrawny the way he did when I was a toddler...he's sitting at a round breakfast table in a small kitchen that looks really cliche. The whole scene is cliche looking- he's got sweats on, he's reading the paper, and he's drinking coffee out of a ceramic mug.
Then there was some sort of animal sitting next to him...like a little bear or something...so I took pictures of Dad with the bear. Then my mom came and sat down next to him at the table...and a deer showed up behind them- well- it was one of those weird things where we knew there was a deer behind them...but I guess it was an invisible deer cuz I never saw it....but I took pictures of it anyway.
Then I just took pictures of Daddy for a while...cuz in the dream I knew he was going to die...but it was more like...he had been diagnosed with something and that's how I knew...
Then we were in my room in Daddy's old apartment...well...once again...it was my room- but it didn't look anything like that room. I don't remember what Daddy and I talked about while we were in there....I think this was the weird part where Peter Pan discovered NeverLand...which was a little off subject I thought...but then back to the room- I peeked over the side of the bed (which was my Dad's old bed)...and he was smoking a cigarrette...so I got furious and stormed off to our kitchen.
Sammy was sitting right outside the sliding door...and the screen door was open too...so I told him to come inside and closed the door after him cuz that yard-like area wasn't fenced (being an apartment complex and all.) Then Daddy came out and tried to calm me down about the cigarrette...and I just got more angry and cried more telling him that the cigarrettes were gonna make him die sooner...and then for some reason he started giving me a lecture about how when he's gone I'm gonna have to find someone else to bring my problems to...and then he said something about the cleanliness of my room when I was little saying that I always had barbies and ponies and crap all over my floors...and he said it like it was a problem I was still having...and I argued the point that I don't play with Barbies anymore.
Then I don't really remember....maybe it ended....but I could swear I remember it ending on a cheerful note...maybe it's cuz I was petting a really soft Sammy in the last part that I can remember.
Anyway. Weird dream...but it was nice to see him again.