In my dream last night, i was on a lake, in a camp like environment. And my father arrived, at first I welcomed this and talked to him kindly at first, but then it escalated. But i ended up running away from him until he caught up to me, and cornered me, and then I needed to fight back. I murdered my father in self defense last night.
There were a series of other components to the dream, as well. I woke up at 3am in between segments with a slight headache, realizing that it had been more than 24hrs since caffeine. I thought I could just tackle that addiction with an ibuprofen, but then I think about how much more wonderful my morning could be with that cup of coffee.
Coffee became representative of the sense of community I found in others. In my childhood, there was a coffeeshop known as the Daily Cafe.
I feel like writing a book called "The Resume" and it would be a list of everything I had done with myself throughout my life.