I have been having so many nightmares. Most of them have the following basic theme:
I am in the living room, and Dad is in the kitchen. He has a heart attack and I cal the ambulance, and can't remember how to do CPR, and I am begging him to please stay with me and telling him how much I love him, and he screams, "A LIE!!" and then dies.
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Needless to say I've not been sleeping very damn well at all.
The dream involving a Volvo and rutabegas.
I was trying to fix a Volvo, and kept being told by an experienced mechanic that a rutabega was really the proper tool for the job - only none of them were 5/16th rutabegas. They were all metric, and the Volvo was not metric.
It was rather frustrating.
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