Father came from the dead as a zombie and he didn't know he was dead an my sister was freaking out and she asked me to tell him because she couldn't!
I am always the one who does the dirty work.
So I had to tell my dad that he was dead and that he had to let us go and go back to the land of the dead. And he was crying and holding my hand.
Of course I had this dream. If I don't knock myself unconscious I can not fall asleep right away in my bed (cause I fall in the sofa I tell you that). So when I toss and turn in the bed like a worm. I think of father. And I feel like dying. And of course I have nightmares. But today I was so disappointed because yesterday's dream gave me so much hope. That I'm getting better. I can't get over it, but I'm getting better. I thought.