Separation Anxiety

With all the extra sleep I've been getting lately (still no job) my dreams are outta control. Its like my unconscious knows my brain is bored so it has to make up all this drama when I'm sleeping.

I had your typical End of the World type dream a couple of nights ago. The entire planet had been torn apart by a WW III: Return of the Fascists. My family and I were all on the losing side so we, and hundreds of others, were forced onto a disease ridden fugee boat. The oppressive fascist "bad guys" were played by an ALL BLACK army led by Puff Daddy. ---I'm not even kidding--- To ensure that our side would remain weak they separated all of the families, shipping individual members to different countries.

My parents were allowed to stay together and were shipped away to someplace. My sister was sent to Denmark alone and I was forced to stay on the boat, with the "bad guys". Ten or so years pass and I escape the boat and head for Tennessee to reunite with an aunt who was never forced from her home in the first place. I never quite figured out why she was allowed to stay and live a peaceful life but I clearly remember being very bitter about her good fortune. She explains to me that Karla struggled in Denmark and was very lonely but had recovered and now had two children and a Danish husband. My parents were never heard from again.

It was a sad effin dream. But the worst part was feeling so disconnected from my sister. I can't imagine being away long enough to miss her having kids.

I think we can skip the interpretation part of the segment as it is all too obvious. Let's just say my brain has the kind of lips that sink ships run by fascist black pirates.