dad

[Kate]

by the time i dreamed of my dads death i understood my dreams. i knew i had 2 weeks to tell him. i dreamed i was at the house i grew up in. i was standing behind the chair my dad was sitting in and a friend of his, martha, was sitting on the couch. her son walked in and i said "you are going to die". then i looked down at my dad and he smiled up at me and then i knew it was going to be him and i said "no, its you". then i woke up. i tried to call him for 2 weeks. he lived in florida and i hardly ever saw him. 2 weeks later his girlfriend called my uncle and said he had died. martha was the only one to send me a card for my dad.

in the dream of the president i asked my mom why i see something and then later i see it again on t.v. a little correction.