Nightmare.

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My father is a man who loves to play mahjong and golf. Lately, he's been doing this alot, too much in fact.
My family basically disapproves of his actions, and i feel that he should spend more time with his family. I guess this nightmare represents my worst fears.
Just before the results come out. Heh.

We were going to a theme park, where the star attraction was a huge waterslide. Now, there's a big one there where people sit awkwardly in some skeletal circular metal frame and move along to the bottom. Most people don't, as there are many many obstacles...
However, if you reach the bottom five times consecutivly, you get 5 millon dollars.
And after a series of events-- each one worse than the other-- it turned out that my father had brought us here (me, my mother and my two older sisters) just for that stupid event.
Just for a shot at the five million bucks.
And when i told him that it was almost impossible to get to the bottom of the slide 5 times in a row-- you need severaal billions of years, just like how entrophy is defied(e.g. broken things returning to normal) or the case of a monkey being able to type out operas.
So then came the most chilling of all his words:
"And that day might be today"
And i got brushed off, forgotten at the bottom of the long flight of stairs to the top of the slide, and i slid down onto the sand and cried.
I think i teared a little in my sleep too.

It tells me how insecure i really feel, i guess...
If i ever do get the chance to become a father, I want to give my child proper care, to mould myself into a figure that can be depended on, to be looked upon with respect. I want to deserve that respect that a child gives you, be it a teacher or a parent or an older sibling.
Because there is that responsibility to ensure that the fire does not go out in their eyes, that they won't grow up to become yet more jaded, uncaring adults.