Don't normally remember my dreams, but I woke up this morning with a chill in my spine. I was talking to my dad on my cell phone as I was driving as he was dying and I was in Grass Valley. I couldn't figure out where he was and why I wasn't able to get to him but I was frantically driving to get to him but I had no idea where he was. He was just telling me he loves me and he's proud of me and he wouldn't tell me what was wrong and why he was dying and it was like he was on autopilot and couldn't hear me crying or asking questions or anything.
Stupid dreams. Didn't like it one bit.