Last night I dreamed my father was not dead.
In my dream, I am shopping for groceries.
I forget the shopping, when a familiar person passes me by.
I ran after the figure.
"Da! Wait!!"
Finally, I catch him.
"Where have you been!?
We have been really worried and sad!
Things should be taken care of!!
There is an awful pile of estate and funeral bills, too!
You are hopeless!!"
My father replies:
"I was having a vacation."
"It really hit the spot."
"Huh? But who did we then cremate? Did you fake your own death?"
Then I woke up.
Lots of things were left unsaid.
