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Two weeks before my father passed, I got a lunchtime call from him at work. I was working for a skunkworks project for Navistar Diesel and Ford at the time and loud clanging out in the factory area made it sometimes difficult to hear, but he made sure I could hear this conversation.
"I had a dream that woke me up at 3am last night and couldnt get back to sleep. Thanks to all your Freud-crap, it got me to thinking what the dream meant...."