They’re supposed to be sweet, mellow, nice, and soft sounding. Most of all, dreams should be comforting.
Not with real Dad in them.
Each dream I dream about him I begin to l o s e a bit of myself. But at the same time, I gain something new.
I don’t want to dream about him any longer.
Is that bad? Does that make me a
I’m afraid of falling asleep because, well,
I’m afraid of
I dream about my dad because I long for the day when I can actually see him. But my pride tears everything a p a r t. I know I’m stronger than I tell myself I am.
I shall stop thinking I need him in my life, because I know well, I don’t.