I had a dream last night that my Dad came back to the states. He had called like a week or so before, I guess, because we both had the understanding that I was supposed to meet him somewhere at the mall to see him. Well apparently I had forgotten all about it, until about two minutes before I was supposed to be there, so I went digging through clothes to find something to wear. An hour later I'm still searching for clothes. I don't think I ever made it to the mall to see him.
Interesting, huh?
How simply I forgot.
