In this dream, I find myself hanging out at someone's house. It wasn't my own, and it seemed to be a friend's house or maybe a boyfriend's house. I remember looking out across the yard and patio. I go inside and lay down in a bed (luckily fully clothed, ha!). Suddenly, I hear someone knocking at the front door. Since it was not my house, I didn't get up to answer it. I hear voices in the other room and realize it is my dad. He finds his way to where I am and storms into the room. He's drunk and I'm pissed and embarrassed as usual. He's talking, but I can't make sense of what he is saying. Suddenly, there are two of him, identical images of him, same clothes, everything. One of him goes and lays down in another room and becomes silent. The other is still rambling on. Then out of nowhere a doctor walks in and tells me my dad has one hundred "incidences" ?? going on in his body and that every one of them should have killed him. Then the doctor was gone.
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The last thing I want to dream about is my dad being drunk even after he is gone. It was bad enough in real life. Why do I have to dream this shit? Can people still drink in the afterlife, cause if so, I'm gonna kick his ass when I see him. Although if you're not alive, I suppose it doesn't really matter if you're drunk or not. Either way, it seems you could be spending your time more wisely. Then again, it could have nothing to do with him and just be a reflection of my own psychological issues that surround my dad's alcoholism and the manner in which he passed. Very interesting that there were two of him and what the doctor said. I've got to ponder this one some more, but it sucks to go there...
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