Taking my dad's cigarettes
I'm with my dad in his backyard when I suddenly notice he has a lit cigarette in his mouth. I pluck the cigarette from him and I break it. He steps towards me and I easily step away while berating him for smoking, using lots of colorful language. I reach foward and pat his pockets finding a pack which I take from him and crumple. I then head into his house, staying a step ahead of him the whole time while searching for cigarettes. I woke up feeling quite strange.
In real life I'm still afraid of my dad, as one boy should be, but I think seeing him smoking might just give me the inspiration I need to kick his ass. He isn't smoking though, and I'm so glad. I need him to stick around long enough to see me get a book published or a film made and to meet any kids I might be having some day, and when I "make it" I'm going to take him to Denmark just like he took his dad to Denmark.