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I had another nightmare about <PERSON> on Sunday night. I was babysitting him with one of my bar customers, <PERSON>, (who in waking life is an insufferable human being and he was no different in the dream world) <PERSON> was working on something in the grass and <PERSON> was asleep on a blanket (He is 2 now but in the dream he was just a baby again) I go over to help <PERSON> with whatever annoying request he has and <PERSON> wakes up and crawls over to a very small stream, more like what happens when you leave a hose running on the lawn and the water starts to pool and run, and stuck his little head right in the water. I ran to pick him up out of the water but he had already rapidly bloated up and turned into what looked like a very strange imitation of a baby. Once I realized that he was dead I shutdown whenever anyone in the dream tried to talk to me. I kept thinking, this is a dream, this has to be a dream, this cannot be happening (and it was, thank goodness) but it all felt so real. I remember seeing a photo of Julian, Sydney and <PERSON> all together and happy. This dream tainted my whole day with an undertone of dread.