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My subconscious is playing catch up with the rest of my brain today. I got up with a low blood sugar and had an early breakfast without insulin. Then later I laid back down as I was still tired. Then I had a dream. My dad was still living and mom rather than being gone from brain cancer was being affected by something else. I come home to the apt. and it's full of whispy smoke. I look around trying to find out what's going on. Then I see it. She'd lit a cigarette and rather than laying it down in an ashtray she had put it back lit end first into the pack where it caused the pack to smoulder rather than burst into flame. I manage to put out the pack of cigarettes and turn to speak to my dad about the problem (we can't leave mom unattended) and of course he's nowhere to be found. Mom of course passed almost 4 months ago on March 25th and dad has been gone since 1996.
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