eyesplice

My Dad died in '89, and yes, I still miss him. So last night I had this really weird dream...
I was somewhere, I can't recall where, and there's my Dad, sitting on a chair, at a table. It was very strange, one of those absolutely life-like, real-feeling dreams, I thought it was real... So I pinched him, to see if he was real or dream, and I felt him, and he was real! I made him get up and hug me. I hugged him desparately, like a man parched from being lost in the desert, drinks, for the first time. I pressed him into me hard, feeling his soft, frail body against mine, against my chest, my cheek, and I began to cry. I wept violently, unashamedly, medicinally, like a dam breaking, and releasing all that pressure. It felt good. I thought it was real. Whoa...
And then, I slowly woke up... and realized it was just a dream.
I don't remember if I wept for real, or just in the dream, but it woke me up...
Man, that was bizarre...
And I still miss him...