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I had a weird dream last night. I dreamed that I was back living at my parents house — only parts of it wasn’t their house. There were some parts that were my grandfather’s house. I remember hearing the grandfather clock chime. I think I was around 12 years old or so, I was playing outside with my brother. Then suddenly I was grown, and for some reason I was “training” someone who looked like me how to “be” me. This was weird in the fact that she looked just like me, but at the same time looked nothing like me — this made sense in my dream, really! ;P She was my height, with tan skin and blond hair. (Two things I’ve *never* been: tan or blond!)

I woke up afterwards feeling very odd … I don’t remember what the purpose of training the look-alike, but I remember explaining what to do, or not do, in order not to upset my father when he’s in his “moods” …