I had to drive my dad to his new job. It turned out to be in some kind of warehouse, not really set up for a desk job, and there was woman there yelling at us, at me particularly. My dad was vague about what the job actually was supposed to be, something related to academic administration (my dad's actual profession.)
My dad looked about 40, and I was the age I am now (64). The dream went on for a long time, and then I had to realize that it was, in fact, a dream, and that my dad had been dead for 24 years. I began to accuse him of being dead, as I usually do in these dreams, which I've been having for 24 fucking years. I used as evidence the fact that I looked older than he did.
I am nearing the age my dad was when he died, a day before he turned 65, May 14 2000. That will happen in 10 days for me. Turning 65, hopefully not dying.
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