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It was a really weird, but completely vivid dream. The living room was barren except for a TV, an '80s style Lay-Z-Boy, a coffee table, two display cabinets with random knick-knacks and a sorry looking chair from the '70s easily. Yellow vinly covers the seat of the chair - looking more like a grandfatherly computer chair than anything else. Four "legs" with wheels ground the chair to the wooden floor.

Sitting in the '70s chair is a woman in her mid-fifties. Her hair is turning grey and her teeth are rotting away from poor dental hygiene. She watches the TV, despite not quite being able to hear what she is watching. For the past fifteen years she has been 75% deaf in one ear and 25% in the other. She wipes her ever running nose with a tissue and then out of nowhere, the chair collapses and she is falling - hitting her head against the side of the coffee table as she decends to the wood panneled floor.

She cries for help and her husband, a portly man with a greying receding hairline runs into the room, half asleep, still wearing nothing but the underwear he went to sleep in. He panicks and doesn't really know what to do.

In pain, the fallen woman asks for a pillow as she isn't sure whether to get up or stay down on the ground. The husband, still nervous and caught in a dear-in-headlights type trance, looks around aimlessly before making the move to get a throw pillow for his wife.

He places the pillow under her head and steps over the coffee table to turn on a light to see if she has hurt herself in any way.

As he steps over the coffee table to check his wife, his foot catches the side and he trips, falling awkwardly onto the ground, almost parallel to his wife.




That was a dream I had about a month before I moved into my new place. The other day, I remembered that dream as I sat in my living room ... realzing that the room was layed out pretty much exactly as my dream. I kinda worried about the rest of the dream ... but passed it off as nothing.

So earlier tonight, I'm sitting down on the computer, waiting for my friends to pick me up so we can go drop some greenery to my girlfriends mom (of all people.)

I hear a loud crash from upstairs and my mom calling out for help. I run up, not knowing where she is and almost hit my dad, who is wearing ... get this ... nothing but underwear. Crap.

We get into the living room at the same time to see my mom lying on the ground near the coffee table and the yellow vinly covered chair nearby, missing a leg.

I go to my mom and ask if she is alright. She tells me she hit her head on the coffee table and it hurts. She asks for a pillow as she is straining to sit up, but I tell her to stay down.

I tell my dad to get something to put under her head. He stands there with a dear-in-the-headlights stare and shifts a bit from side to side. I ask him again, a little more forcefully to get a pillow or something. He goes to the hallway and returns with the freshly washed throw pillow I usually have in my computer chair.

I place it under her head and ask if the lgiht on the coffee table works. My dad says no, so I start talking to my mom, telling her that everything is fine and asking her if anything else hurts, holding fingers in front of her eyes and asking her how many she sees, etc.

While I'm doing this, my dad climbs over the coffee table and plugs the light in and turns it on. He makes motions to move me out of the way so he can pick my mom up, but I shoo him off. He goes to step over the coffee table to get back to the middle of the living room and ... yup ... he catches his foot on the side of the coffee table and falls down ... pretty hard.

Inside, I'm freaking. This is my fucking dream playing out in a perfect picture. On the outside, I'm doing my best to stay calm. My dad gets up, says he is fine. My mom is still on the ground and now she is crying because my dad fell.

My dad starts getting in my way and asking my mom the same stuff that I did only minutes ago and he starts to annoy me to the point that I am shaking because he won't shut up. It didn't help that I was still freaking because my dream was being played out in front of me.

Long story short, my mom is alright ... no signs of a concussion or anything ... just a bump on the head.

But I feel pretty bad, 'cause while all this was happening, my friends pulled up outside. The curtains were open, so I guess they saw in. But apparently they couldn't really tell what was going on. Once my dad was helping my mom up, I ran downstairs, grabbed a bottle of alcohol and called my friends to make sure it was them outside.

My friend K answers the phone and is laughing hysterically and says, "I'm watching you!!"

I'm still shaking and super-adrenalined, so I ask her if that was them outside and she carries on laughing and saying that she is watching me.

This pisses me off even more and I scream at her that she "isn't fucking looking at me and it's not fucking funny. I'll be out in a minute."

I put on my coat and shoes, make sure my mom is alright and walk out to the van. B had been dicking me around for a bit with my girlfriends moms "delivery" so I wasn't sure whether that was happening or not. So I open the sliding door, and K is still laughing her ass off.

I ask B if we are going to deliver or not and he says yes. K is still laughing, so I ask her "what the fuck is so funny?"

She doesn't say anything and keeps laughing. I scream at her and tell her to stop fucking laughing and tell me what the fuck is so funny. She continues to laugh.

I slam the door and walk off and say fuck you.

They follow me and stop me as I'm lighting a cigarette. K jumps out of the van on the verge of tears and asks me what is wrong.

So yeah ... I explain it all to her and then start feeling really shitty about taking all my fears and frustrations out on her.

I still feel pretty bad about that. Wish it didn't happen.

But here I sit, drunk and stoned and yeah ... I dunno. Adream I had fucking played out infront of me pretty much tonight. I'm completely on edge still. That is the one thing I worry about the most in life - losing my parents. Despite me being 24 ... I'm not ready to take on this world by myself. I still need my parents.

*sigh* I just need some cuddles. That would really be sweet right now ... anything to take my mind off the day.