This morning I woke up from a very strange dream. I lived in a nice house with a beautiful girlfriend. Everything was going great until I got fired from my job. I had an intense argument with my girlfriend and I left. I returned 8 years later and discovered she had my son. I told her I wanted to see him. She finally let me see him after we finished another argument. My 8 year old son walks into the room and I start crying. Not because I went 8 years without seeing him, but because he was Shannon McCormick. I told him I loved him and I wanted to be there for him the rest of his life. I regretted disappearing for those 8 years. This has to be the weirdest RT dream I've ever had.