nepenthean's Diaryland Dream Diary


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I was in an unfamiliar apartment or office, evidently waiting for my father. I had the impression that he was working. I talked on the phone to a couple of older people, telling them I felt he was coming, he was just delayed. I felt annoyed, kind of. I had the impulse to call him. I got as far as the contact in my phone when I realized he is not at the office. He is not stuck in traffic. He did not go somewhere after work. He cannot come over here. He can't walk through the door at all. He has died. He is not coming here.

10:30 a.m. - 2017-06-04


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