[dream] April 13, 1985

It was the most two-dimensional dream I have ever had. No sounds were heard, no emotions were felt, "time" was nowhere to be found. But its haunting memory still persists.

My father and I were being chased by a giant snake. He was running behind me to make sure that I didn't fall behind. The snake was already very close, and had its mouth wide open.

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I never woke up from this nightmare, and my father never woke up from his coma. When I came home after school that day, my mother told me he had passed away. We had been preparing for this for months. But saying good-bye never seemed appropriate...until it was too late.