Dear Dad,

I had a dream about you last night.

I always dream about you and Carolyn when I'm scared.

And I'm scared now.

The dream really was horrible - there was a large man chasing me but you were there to arm me with this ginormous double edged sword that looked like the one that big Samoan-looking pirate with the awesome ponytail and Hammer pants had on Swiss Family Robinson.

I cut the guy to ribbons.  I was violent.

Then you took me back to my house and sat me down.  You told me you were going to leave Carolyn with me so I wouldn't be scared anymore.

I woke up missing both of you so much I could barely breathe.

I miss you because I used to feel safe when you were here.

Now, most of the time, I feel like I'm blowing in the wind.

I have to go now.  I can't cry at work.

Love,