I was casually munching on an old aluminum pulley. it looked hard, but it broke off easily when I bit into it, and softened enough to chew and swallow. meanwhile I was trying to talk to my Dad but my thought processes were sluggish and I couldn't maintain a conversation. suddenly I realized that I was toxifying myself rapidly. I said "goodnight, Dad" and got into my car. then I woke up.
it was the first time I had seen my father in a dream, for decades. this time he was no longer confused or afraid. he was big: not fat, but buff, dressed in a starched white shirt and slate slacks. he looked younger than he did at his death in 1971.
I took it to mean if I don't lay off the alcohol, I'm gonna be meeting my Dad soon.
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