Keep having dreams about my father. Last night I dreamed we were in the synagogue and he kept leaning over my shoulder to point out where we were in the text.
I tlod him to quit it and he wouldn’t. Finally I got up and left, mad. He followed me outside. I said “I would be here whether you forced me or not, so leave me alone!
Then I wake up and think “My father is dead.” It’s the second dream like this I have had