I was looking for my cat Boog, but couldn't seem to find her anywhere. So I ended up in the garage talking to my dad (For some reason the garage was across the street from our house.) while he was working on some random thing like the Rhino or a riding lawnmower. Suddenly I noticed tools were floating around and my dad was talking to them in Portuguese. I was all "...You have a demon??" He responded in surprise because apparently none of the family had really noticed before. He was talking about how I shouldn't have one unless I knew how to use it.
I responded with something like "Yeah, people should know that they're tools." Because we'd been talking about how people preferred to lose themselves in them and use them as their life/religions.
He looked surprised again and rather proud, as if he hadn't expected me to take such a reasonable approach to it.
I think I was debating asking him if I could use his to help find my cat, then I was looking across the street at the yard a few houses away where a bunch of kids were sliding down the hill in the snow.
Then I woke up.
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