journeys

dreamed my father had returned from a long journey with uncle don before he died. i got home and was surprised to see him standing there, smiling. he had shaved his beard and his hair was dark again, he looked young.  we had been staying in his nice home, taking care of it, and he was disappointed that there was dog poop all over the yard. i was proud of the way we had kept the place, and felt that was an unimportant detail. he showed us a slide show of his trip, and i was pointing out a shot to zelah where we were rolling head over heals down a steep sand dune into the sea. saying how much fun it had been, how it was steeper than it looked, and how warm and blue the sea had been. there also seemed to be video footage of a boat ride, and some kind of strange pilgrimage with severely deformed people climbing a steep cliff. we sat down to dinner with mom, and had an in depth conversation about politics, money, and freedom. my dad was saying that wealth increased  freedom, and i got angry with him and said that as wealth was hoarded by the minority, freedom was decreasing for the majority (the poor). we argued and i got very emotional, standing up and shouting nothing will change until you realize that I AM EXACTLY THE PERSON THAT YOU RAISED ME TO BE!