I found myself awake in the middle of the night. I looked at my clock, it’s only 12:39 a.m. I never want to go back to sleep.
It was the first time I dreamt about my father after he passed away. It was a really weird dream. I didn’t know how it started, I didn’t even know I was dreaming.
I was on my way home, the usual thing I have been doing every weekend. I saw familiar faces greeting me. When I got home, I found my father in there having difficulties in breathing. He’s having a heart attack just like what he had when he died.
I found myself awake in the middle of the night.