So the dreams are back. The vivid ones where I recall every moment of the dream. Saturday night I had one such dream. I am in a bus next to a window seat. My good friend is next to me. The bus enters an empty parking lot. It is going pretty slow and I see my dad and mom standing there. I scream 'Appa' and he looks up to see me in the bus. I tell my friend 'See there. My dad is standing there.' She says 'yes I can see him.'
I reach out my hand through the window and he holds my hand tight. I keep saying 'appa, appa' and he walks alongside the bus holding my hand really tight. My mom has a happy face and is waving to me. The bus then is about the leave the parking lot. My dad gives me one last squeeze to my hand and lets go. I keep looking at him till the bus turns around and I don't see him anymore.
Even in that deep sleep state, I could feel the squeeze and tightness in my palm. Felt like he was right there with me. It felt good to see his face so clear in the dream. When I mentioned this to my mom, she was happy that she was next to him in the dream.
I hope he visits me often and makes his presence felt.
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