Lately, I’ve been having a brand new series of recurring dreams involving my father. In these, I’m like a completely different person; I scream at him, I call him every name in the book, a couple of times I’ve even smacked him around while he’s been too afraid to do anything back. It’s like a reversal of roles.
Then I wake up and I think, man, I’d really like to have that kind of an attitude in the waking world.