Weird dream.

Dad and Uncle Bill (Kristy's dad) both have a history of mean-ness toward little children.

Kristy grew up terrified of my dad, while Sandra and I grew up terrified of Uncle Bill.

I specifically remember a childhood summer incident where Kristy and I snuck around the house late at night (9pm) to make snacks for horse camp and my dad caught us and there was so much screaming and crying it was the most terrifying day of my life.

Well anyyyywayyyyy... last night I had a dream that Uncle Bill was trying to kill me.

The details are not clear anymore. I just remember he was chasing me through the woods like a bear and my hair looked really good. But I was scared. And RUNNING.

I called my dad for help. But all he did was pick up the phone and start yelling at me. I don't remember why. Probably for disturbing him during Oprah or something.

But finally I grew a pair and yelled back, "WHY THE F*CK ARE YOU YELLING AT ME? I'M ABOUT TO DIE!!!!!!!!!"

That kind of shut him up.

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Uncle Bill and my Dad are nice now.