Talking to ghosts with a potato

Last week I had this weird dream that I wrote down but forgot to post on the site... There was some kind of bad accident and most of the people in my town died including most of my family. My dad's ghost came to visit me and we could communicate. I couldn't see him, but he could understand what I was saying. For some reason I had a potato and told him to move it to the left for yes, or right for no. I asked questions like is there really a heaven/hell/God? He said yes. I asked if there are aliens and I think I remember him saying yes? I don't remember much else about the conversation but later he came back, alive in flesh & blood. I asked him how he could be here since his body was either buried or cremated a while ago and he was a bit confused and was looking for an answer. Then I woke up.

Dean has been having some really crazy dreams lately too. He moved to Toronto to finish his last year of college:

eh blah... man I had this crazy dream a few days ago that you went to jail. You had this girlfriend overseas named Tiffany and you were going to marry her or something. You really loved her a lot. One day we were at a museum and you saw a painting and you said "Thats Rycotacular!" and said that it was practically yours because you had enough money even though you hadn't bought it. So you started to paint "I LOVE TIFFANY" all over it. And then you were arrested. Then you were charged a fine double that of the selling price of the painting. You were really enraged and said it was an injustic and all these groups came to your defense like the ACLU, FSF and shit like that. It was all because of the DMCA and Patriot Act they said. hah I don't know man... maybe its the water but I have so many fucked up dreams here its pretty cool and I don't know why I have them so often and remember them.

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