Dreams and Memes

I dreamt that Daddy and I were driving on Charles Street along the Boston Common when, all of a sudden, he jumps the sidewalk and starts driving across the lawn.

Why? Who the fuck knows—it’s a dream for Bast’s sake.

I was a little shocked and horrified that we were speeding across the Common and asked my father “WHAT THE HELL?”

His reply? “To get to the other side.”

Dad-jokes in my sleep *sigh* Honestly though, I do enjoy Dad jokes. Also, I miss Daddy. He died two and a half years ago on Juneteenth. I'd like to know what the fuck's up with my family's nasty habit of croaking on major holidays. Mother signed off on Halloween, Pop on Juneteenth and The Amazing Bob on the Fourth of July.

Possibly the Universe understands that I have this world's WORST memory for dates and is just trying to help. Thanks, Uni. Molto grazie and shit.