Poppa PDR

So, I dream pretty much every night. It’s all usually pretty strange stuff and nonsense like you might expect from my mind if you knew it at all.

Last night I dreamt I fathered a child. That was messed up. There was going to be So many emotions and stuff. Doubt. Happiness. Confusion. Trepidation. Joy. Messed. Up. It’s been a long time since one of my dreams evoked so many damn emotions. I still feel strange about it. Also, the dream included me visiting England via the TransAtlantic Railway, which totally doesn’t exist, so it was not devoid of my usual strange stuff.

In other news, I’m pretty sure that I heard a guy refer to his Christmas Vacation as “Christmas Vacay”. I find vacation a strange word to shorten and do not approve of it.

That’s it.

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