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I’ve often been having dreams of having a small family of Three in the late Fifties, Me, a white Stacy and a mixed son. In these dreams I’d often see myself in a blazer with a suitcase as a door to door salesman and I’d kiss my wife and hug my son every time I go to work.
Flash forward a few days and every time I fall asleep I become more aware that everything is unreal, it’s all fake and I never actually have a loving wife or son. The dream slowly starts to transition into a nightmare every few nights where I’m all alone, the wife and son is gone but only the clothes on my back and the suitcase remains, I open the suitcase and see my dads Revolver that he bought a long time ago. He’s shit at hiding things and I found the keys to the Lock)
I don’t honestly know what the fuck is wrong with me atm
Flash forward a few days and every time I fall asleep I become more aware that everything is unreal, it’s all fake and I never actually have a loving wife or son. The dream slowly starts to transition into a nightmare every few nights where I’m all alone, the wife and son is gone but only the clothes on my back and the suitcase remains, I open the suitcase and see my dads Revolver that he bought a long time ago. He’s shit at hiding things and I found the keys to the Lock)
I don’t honestly know what the fuck is wrong with me atm