Dreams Of My Father

A few days ago I had a strange dream about my dad. We were, for lack of a better word, redoing some moments we'd had in "real life." In the dream I asked him, "Why are we doing this stuff? We've already done it." He didn't answer me. I woke up feeling like I had backslid in my progress of getting over my dad's death. At first after he died, I dreamt he was still alive. Then later I dreamt that he was missing, or that he had died but it had been a mistake. Later still, I dreamt he was dead, and I was strangely comforted by that, because I thought it meant my subconscious had accepted his death.

But this? I don't know what this means. He wasn't dead, and he wasn't alive. It was just unsettling and sad and I've been blue ever since. I'll get over it, I just wanted to share it, in case this has happened to anyone else. You are not alone.

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