Last night I had the weirdest dream.
Apparently my dad had died. I was somewhere in northern Minnesota. I was at a "soda fountain" when my cellphone rang and I was told. I couldn't get to Nodak though. My Aunt came along insisting I couldn't fit it into my schedule because I had to attend a cream cheese conference. So I decide to stop by the conference (which was held in a building that had a stunning resemblance to my church right down to the alter cloths in the "conference room") quick before I go to nodak. Just as I was being greeted from one of the kids I student taught back in November, I woke up.
I may not normally remember my dreams, but when I do, they are bizarre-ro!.
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