LJ: Dreaming again...

Man, what is it about these dreams I've been having. I had another one? not one that lasted that long. It was really simple. Someone had made a really terrible-yet-wonderful mistake, and it turned out that Dad hadn't died after all, he just got lost amongst a pile of paperwork or something (this is a dream, remember). So they gave him back to us and it was awesome. He and I did a lot of catching up. We talked some, but I eventually got busy again, so I'd see him once a week or so, and every time I did, he kept offering to take me down to some construction site to see the big trucks operate. Then one day when I was visiting (he and Mom were back at Poplar Street), we were standing out on the old back porch (before we put the railing on it - which in real life we did a number of years after he died), and he told me that this time it was for real. He had cancer for real this time, or the cancer came back or something, and he really was dying. And I hugged him really hard, and he seemed much taller than me, which is odd because now, he'd only be marginally taller than I am. I think before he got sick, he was 6'3", 230 lbs. But in this dream, when I hugged him, I was either shorter like I was when I was 11 or 12, whenever the last time I hugged him was, or he was seven feet tall. And as I was hugging him, I started crying. And I started crying in real life too, and it woke me up. I haven't woken myself up by crying since I stopped having nightmares about the terrorist attacks a number of months ago.