Sometime early this morning, I had a dream about my dad. He was playing with me. I can't remember where we were, but it was either by a couch or table. I felt his touch and I heard him talking to me.
For those who don't know, my dad died just a year after I was born. I have absolutely no memory of him. I only have a couple of pictures and an old VHS tape that my brother sent me a long time ago. It has some footage of my mom and dad on it, but I'm not in it. I haven't watched it in ages.
What makes this unusual is that I've NEVER EVER dreamt about my dad. Since the film I have is old, there's no sound, so I've never heard his voice before. I did as a baby, but there's no way I can remember that far back. I know very little about my dad. His death was painful for my mom and she never talked about him. His family blamed her for his death and disowned her afterwards, so I couldn't learn about him from them. It was really strange to dream about him because that's never happened. As I started to wake up, I wanted to drift back to sleep so I could continue it. It might sound cheesy or silly, but I woke up feeling grateful for it.