Fever Dreams
(1) I am at my own heterosexual, orthodox wedding (?!!!). Everyone, including me is very happy, and lots of people are dancing. Dad joins in the dancing, much more agile than he is in reality. Suddenly I notice that he is turning an odd color. Just as I mention this to my new husband, he falls to the floor dead.
(2) It is a more day-to-day setting with me and Dad. Suddenly he starts to choke. I’m trying to help him, or call for help, but my arms are tangled in sheets or blankets and I can’t get them free. I wake up struggling. The cats are scared.
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