So at the beginning, we were in a place I can’t remember anymore, partying with several family members. My ex-father-in-law showed up; he was an alcoholic and a vagrant. I looked at his holey shoes and his socks, with his toes sticking out. He tried to talk to my mother, but she brushed him off. I felt sick to my stomach and talked to him a bit. Then he asked me where Mickael (my partner) was, because he wanted to talk to him. I told him he was there with us, so we went looking for him. My mother told me he had gone for a ride on his motorcycle. I walked around a building and passed a scooter. When I saw an accident in the distance, there was a person lying on the ground. As I was heading toward the scene of the accident, I ran into a woman. I asked her what had happened to the person on the ground, and she replied, “Well, he’s dead.” She didn’t know who it was, so I walked over to take a look, and then my mother arrived running and told me not to go, that it was Mickael and he was dead. I screamed, and my mother told me not to go, that she was scared!
and I woke up. I fell back asleep and from there I had a second waking just as strange
That was my son (the last one) who was sick; he had AIDS, so the doctors euthanized him and gave me another child!
Thank you in advance.
