Moving has brought dreams of Dad, and I need to get them out somewhere so here is as good as anywhere. Last night was a dream of Dad having some kind of souped up 70s van that wasn't ready to drive/race and somehow him jumping into it and taking off crazy fast down the road, impressing me and the random stranger types that hang out in the typical dream. All I remember is it was an unusually loooong dream and I awoke feeling happy for some time with my Dad, no matter how nonsensical.
Dreams are weird. I miss my Dad.