I kept wondering when I’d dream about my dad. It took a long time for me to dream about my mom after she died, so I figured it would happen sooner or later. Last night, I had the first dream that included my dad. I don’t remember most of the dream and my dad didn’t show up until the end anyway, but at the end I was sitting in the car in the garage reading something (who knows what that was all about, but whatever) and I saw a car pull up behind me in the driveway. I was trying to figure out who the driver was before he came into focus, and finally I realized it was my dad. He didn’t make eye contact with me at all. I remember saying “Dad?” and that’s when I woke up with a shudder (you know the kind – not when you’re cold, but when you have an emotional response to something). When I woke up, I felt like someone was holding my hand, but of course no one was there. And then the alarm went off. When I got out of bed, my body felt so heavy. It was a really weird experience, but maybe my dad was saying hello. Not sure. I told Mike about it, and he found it interesting because in both the dreams he had about my dad he was holding his hand.