I had a dream of dad last night.
We were walking around Galveston talking about motorcycles.
Dad was crying because Karen was crying because we all missed him. I was crying throughout.
I found it exciting, yet strange that somehow my dad came back to life.
I would have hugged him,
but I woke up.

I turned over.
Stared at the wall for a sec or two.
I fell back asleep.
Following dreams are of no importance.

matt out