two dreams about my father in a row

first one

unspeakably ugly and horrible

i could tell it to one person

but i don't think that person cares

second one

we're on this greyhound bus to somewhere

and the entire bus is

alcoholic middle aged men with their children with them

and we all smuggled beer onto the bus for our fathers

i pretended to sleep and lean my head against my dad

he got up and moved to the seat behind me

in my dream, i slept

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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