In my dream, Max fell from a tall tree and got stuck in some lower branches. I ran over to help him and hugged him around his broad shoulders. I asked, "How are you doing?"
He replied in a feigned Bronx accent, "I'm always doin'. How YOU doin'?" (This is an inside family joke.)
I said, "I want to help you."
To which he replied, "You can't. I'm okay."
Then I woke up. I like when I get to spend time with him in my dreams, no matter how briefly.
He replied in a feigned Bronx accent, "I'm always doin'. How YOU doin'?" (This is an inside family joke.)
I said, "I want to help you."
To which he replied, "You can't. I'm okay."
Then I woke up. I like when I get to spend time with him in my dreams, no matter how briefly.
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