Don'tcha Just Love It?

I had a dream that I was talking on the phone with my father. It felt real. It felt so real and it sounded just like him. I said, "But you're dead!"

He assured me he was alive and he was fine. And we hung up. And I was so frustrated because I wanted to ask him so many things but I wasn't prepared.

And when I woke up, it took me a second to realize that it wasn't real.

But Mom seems to think it was a good dream.  I think she's probably right.

That said, I'd gladly take a dream about eating cake tonight.

Piece of cake.