This seems like the best forum to just write something to write it down, not with the intention of anyone reading it. I had a dream last night, and it was one of the worst dreams I've ever had, but I need to retain it, because dreams like that are so few and far between. I think it was 4 or 5 years from now, and I found out everyone had been lying to me about my father being dead. I never got a straight answer as to why, but pretty much everyone was in on it -mom, grandma, uncle. Well, I got this business card from my uncle with the address of where my dad was working. It was in a fictitious city in MI (I'm assuming. I kept telling myself to remember upon waking so I could check it out). He said I could go and find him, that it had been "enough time." I remember telling myself in the dream, 'you can't wake up, because if you do, this card and address will be gone.' I went and found him, and he wasn't surprised to see me and wasn't apologetic, and I wasn't mad. I was just so relieved to see him again that nothing else mattered. We just sat at his kitchen table while he had a beer and shot the shit, something I never got to do with him in my adult life. It played out exactly as I think it would have, he looked exactly as I think he would have, 15 years aged. It was beautiful and terrible all at the same time, but it's what I've got, so I'll take it.