Last night I dreamed of playing golf. Actually, I wasn’t playing. I was in the group. The group was all men except for me. In the group, was my dad, and Levin, and approximately 6-8 other men, I’m not sure who they were. It feels significant that it was Levin and my dad who stood out to me, and I have no idea what the connection is.
It is significant to me because I always wanted to go with my dad to play golf. He promised to take me when I was 17. He died when I turned 16. (Really, playing golf does not appeal to me, it was just a special thing to do with my dad because it took so much time and was a “grown-up” thing to do.)
This dream puzzles me.
Doctor Grandma 
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