Dreampt My World Was Flat

I had a vile dream last night, and i think i had it because it's been on my mind slightly--just in the back--and i just had to drink a huge glass of distilled water before i went to bed--that can cause nightmares, bet you didn't know that! I also got up around 3, remembering that i left my commitment ring Stephanie gave to me behind the sink faucet, and walked in the absolutely freezing corridor to the bathroom, so i didn't have to remember in the morning. This left me in some abhorrent mind fuck, obviously, which led to a intense and vile dream--i guess it could be classified as a nightmare, resulting in a harsh awakening and near tears in my eyes from it's vividness and discomfort. I don't want to go into the details, however important and diminutive, because it's says nothing of my common courtesy to do so. Candidly, it was a dream i think i've had before, and, for reasons unknown, I've been remembering my dreams often now, recalling something i dream after nearly every sleep session, however minuscule. I do remember fragments of something similar, but, without further adeu, the dream was of my girl, leaving me. A premonition of imminence? I fucking hope not, it better as hell not be, and there's no fucking way i'm some undivine profit, scooping mislead truth from my dreams like hitler or something.
Oddly, i had had a good night before i laid down to sleep. I had talked to my dad about missing so much school recently, and his response was with refreshing support--something i've grown to resent in my mom, from so many years of reprobate reactions and insincere words. It's nice to have a parent that listens and actually gives you words of care and advice in return. We joked around, hitting with plenty of sexist and womanizing jokes, throwing banter back and forth like a good baseball game while shopping at Lowe's and Meijer's. He said I need to understand there's plenty of hope for my future, and there's no reason i should give up hope because of these issues complicating what i want. I could tell, he was being blunt, representing what he was saying and sourcing his advice with examples from his own life: "I mean, I went back after getting a music degree after i found out there was no way to make money there. Engineering made money, and i already liked doing math."
He convinced me there was hope in my financial future yet. His jokes about women and phones and all that good stuff was cracking me up, although i did protest to a sum of his jokes, firing back some comedic threats, emasculating his little gender war. I got just what i needed. It's funny how parental, didactic talks can be more helpful than any other authority figures. It's not just who is giving the advice, it's my dad and how he knows what he's talking about. He may not be able to teach math and science to me so greatly, but there's deffinately some parental spark in him.
I wish i could have gotten around to talking about us, Stephanie, but there was a rude interruption from the attendance counselor. I miss you and love you. I hope to talk to you soon.