Last night, I had a dream that I was fighting with my father. He and I used to be closer, used to have that easy flowing conversation. Not so much anymore, our conversations seem to be a little forced. It's hard living hundreds of miles away, to connect through a telephone. Hell, it's hard to stay connected to the people that are in my own zip code.
I think that dreams tend to have some meaning to them, whether subtle hints at things we should be doing differently or deeper underlying codes that we are never meant to decipher.
Problem is, I don't know which category mine fall into.
