Well, I half excpected it, and now I know it's still time for tears
I am during my volunteering time, which means I'm here in a room waiting for a bell to ring to jump on the ambulance and go - anyway I have fallen asleep on an armchair and I've dreamt that I was meeting some agreements in order for my father to be brought to the hospital for a visit. It was kinda eerie and I've thought to myself "as soon as I get home I will hug him and tell him that I love him". Then I have realized in my dream that he was dead and I started crying like a lamb repeating "I love you, I love you". I have waken up still repeating it in my mind and now I feel horrible.