I had this bizarre dream last night. It's funny because I don't normally remember my dreams, but this one stuck.

It started with me leaning against the bar in this dining area/ballroom, everyone decked out in tuxedos and gowns, chandeliers and everything else. I was looking around and drinking my whiskey or whatever thinking how spectacular the place looked, but I wasn't in the greatest of moods. I didn't want to be there. At this point I looked over to this figure moving his way through the round tables toward one of the doors. He looked over at me and I was surprised to see that it was my dad. Not my step father, but the AWOL Bryan Sr. We looked straight at one other…and we knew exactly who the other was…but he just kind of nodded, turned his head away, and kept walking. I thought about it a second and then I was almost instantly wrought with madness. How could he have done that? I finished my drink and I headed for the door. Following him out I see that he's quite a ways ahead of me…and he's climbing into this vehicle…almost like a dump truck or something…but far larger. I don't even know how he got up there, it was just that large. He was eating lunch when I approached him; evidently the ballroom food wasn't to his liking. When he saw me he didn't even really say anything…just started sharing his lunch with me. He handed me this huge slab of fish…bigger than my arm…and I started to eat it. I don't eat seafood.

And when I woke I felt alone.