NOT A SCARY DREAM AT ALL

Since I lost my Dad to an accident when I was nine, I've been randomly dreaming about him. Initially, it was scary and weird, 'cause he is a bit different in my dream- he's faceless. But now, I'm bloody sure it's him. Well... what can I say, I'm old enough to consider and recognize these two good reasons: first, I am his Child. Our incontrovertible strong connection is like a voice inside me, confident enough to say, "I just know". And secondly, his graveling-seraphic unique voice is one of the million things I can't forget about him, so when he spoke to me in my dream for the first time, I was like, "It's Dad". That was the most outstanding I-knew-it moment of my life.

Every dream with him is like an expensive reward. Like an outstanding support that Heaven generously gives to rejuvenate faith, hope and love.

Some nights, mostly twice or thrice a month, and oftentimes when I really need expert advice, in my dream, my Dad would show up. He would ask and talk about a lot of things. He would smile his best smile. And most of all, he would remind me how much he loves me. Those nights are my calm. Those dreams are my rest. Those moments are my break from reality.

Very unfortunately, in the real world, when I wake up, dreams are clearly just dreams. In reality, physically, he's no longer around. Indeed, indulging in fantasy is lot less painful than gratifying a desire in the real world. But at least, in dream, I can be with my Dad. And when I'm awake, he is still and always in my heart, my mind and my prayers.

Oh, he's also in my room...

...on my bedside table. Easy, he's not around as a ghost. He's my Dad, so of course, I keep my favorite photo of him near me. In that way I get to see him everyday, not just in my dreams.