I had been having a dream where Alex and I were exploring some buildings or something. We ended up at what I can only describe as a cabin of some sort and we layed down on the floor in sleeping bags and went to sleep. When I woke up Alex was gone and I saw that she had stepped on my sunglasses at some point and broke them. I said, "Fucking Alex." and picked them up and was looking at them, pulling the arm off and putting it back on again, when I heard my dad say behind me, "Did you see that game, queer?" (At this point I think it important to point out two things. First, my father passed away 38 days ago. Second, he always called me queer. It was a term of endearment, not an insult. I know, I know...but that was my pops.)
I knew he was talking about the Raiders. Still looking at the glasses in my hand I said, "Yeah, I saw part of it. Why...did they end up winning it?" (Somehow I knew what game he was talking about and that they were losing badly when I stopped watching early in the first half. I dont believe it was a real game, though. I cant explain why.)
"You know they did." Came his reply. Thats when I looked at him for the first time. He was sitting in a chair. This part is strange (as if any of this is what any rational person would call normal) but I will try to describe it as best I can. He looked the way he had when he was younger and also the way he looked when he died kind of both at the same time. Like I said...strange.
Anyway, it was at this point that I realized that none of this was normal and I said to him, "Wait a minute. You aren't supposed to be here!"
He smiled and put his finger to his lips as if to say, "Shhhh!"
I ran over to him and asked him if he was all right. He said Yes. Sitting down next to him, I asked him where he was. He kind of cocked his head a little to the right and smiled at me, but he didn't answer me. I asked him if he could tell me any secrets. He didn't answer me. I asked him if God was real. He said yes. (Again, this part is a little difficult to explain, but I will do my best. All I can really say is that when I asked that question what I meant by God was an intelligent creator, not any god I have heard described by religion and that I know my father understood what I meant when I asked.) Then he leaned forward and cupped my face in both of his hands and said, "I love you. I have to go now. You need to wake up."
And I woke up.
Keeping U posted,
DS 
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