Last night I dreamed that my dad was this young goth rockstar guy. I somehow knew that he was my real dad and that my actual dad was not. I knew goth dad was a super caring, really good father. I really liked him. We were in a city somewhere trying to sleep in a car but I kept making a bunch of noise (at one point I accidentally started playing avenged sevenfold) so he drove us home to go to bed. Then we were at a post office at 3AM but there was a line of people. Then things started to get foggy. That was a weird one!