Feb. 12th, 2017

I was dreaming last night, and had seen and participated in some other scenes, when I heard my father speaking in another room. Even in the dream, I was aware that my father was dead, so I wondered whether I was dreaming, but the experience seemed too real and solid, and the voice definitely seemed to be my father's. I went into the room from which the voice was coming, and saw my father; his appearance resolved into that of his younger self, with black hair that had not gone gray.

He spoke to me, asking, I think, whether I had finished my book report, sounding mildly annoyed, or at least determined to keep close tabs on my work. I put my hands on his shoulders, and at that point he vanished and I woke up.

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