Normally, I don’t remember my dreams. But I just woke up from the weirdest dream, and remembered parts of it, so I wanted to share.
I don’t recall how it started. I do remember walking across some courtyard with someone (don’t recall who), looking at memorials to people who died year by year that I have known. I remember that some of the names were counselors at camp. For some reason, my dad was there, and I went up to him and started hugging him tight, and sobbing. Then I woke up.
I guess my mind is still sorting his death out.