The night before last, something about a vacation through a fantasy fairy land on a train, I jump on a giant tree off the train, followed by my husband and another person who I don't know but wasn't welcome.
I'm not sure this one was last night. Maybe an early one or one the night before I had forgotten about. We were acting in a play and at some point decided to take a break. There was a vending soda machine and I went to where there was a line in front of it. Approaching the end of the line I saw my dad, who gave me a kind of dry smile and didn't speak, just 'mentated' hi. I came to him and spoke to him. Upon awakening I had the impression it 'really' wasn't him, just some self aspect. But it sure was nice to see him, after all these years. (He passed in the eighties).
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