I had a dream last night. I’ve had lots of dreams but this one was interesting enough to mention here. I dreamt that my father came home. This would be a good trick since he has been dead since 1977. Anyway he was walking around the backyard and garage which he hadn’t seen for thirty years. I was following him around with so many questions about how and why he had built some of the things we were looking at. I don’t think I actually got to ask any questions but it was still a great experience.
Unfortunately it was like a dream in a dream where I realized that it was only a dream and I became paralyzed with distress that it wasn’t real. I was just sitting in the driveway so depressed that I couldn’t move. Now that I’m really awake (I think) I just remember it mostly as a good dream.