Dreaming

Like most people, I suppose, I dream. But I seldom remember any of my dreams.
I did have a vivid dream the other night about my Dad. Dad passed away in March of this year.
I have not dreamt of him until now.

"I pushed his mobile bed into a very large, waiting room type of "room". One wall of the room was a massive, filling that entire wall was a pane of glass. I picked up Dad as best as I could to show him, as I said....'Dad, you can see me whenever you want now. Look. ' Looking through the glass, I could see the rooms in our home. " There is a little more to the dream but nothing significant.

Strange dream. I know.