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I usually don't blog about my dreams because I think people don't really find your dreams as interesting as you do. So unless I can keep it brief, or really entertaining, I avoid it.

I'll keep this brief.

Last night I dreamt my stepfather was still alive. His wife called me to tell me they brought him home from the hospital because he wanted to die at home. However, it was very upsetting to see him like that, so they kept the lights off. In order to see where he was, they painted him with glow in the dark paint. And I could see them as they moved his arms and legs around, that's all you could see, as the rest of the room was pitch black.

So, what the fuck?