Keith Watanabe * NET 2.0

i had another dream again about my father. i dreamt that he had called me up on my phone and i was able to enjoy a nice conversation with him. he had been transferred to some place nearer to my home. somehow he was able to get his voice back. but i cried during all of this because i felt so relieved in just hearing his voice again. then i woke up and felt awful. i had only slept about 90 minutes before getting up and feeling my body quiver from anxiety. it might've been from the corned beef hash from the previous night (which is something my dad always loved and would make me). sometimes i wish i could give up eating because everytime i eat something like corned beef hash, it reminds me painfully of my father. i'm so sorry dad. i wish this never had happened to our family.