I frequently have dreams that sort of overlap with previous dreams to tell a story. Often I dream that my dad didn’t die but got very depressed and stormed out abandoning us as kids. He lives on his own and barely leaves his small flat. Sometimes he has tried to reconnect with my mum but he is too proud to come back. In my dream I got on a bus with a co worker. It’s a summer’s day and children are having some sort of sports day and my coworker is wanting to pass on a message to her daughter. Up on a grassy bank I spot my mum talking to a guy. I know him from other dreams. He has a daughter and his wife died and they are both enjoying eachother’s company. I feel happy for them both but feel sad for my dad because I know he is fighting his lack of confidence to ask my mum if he can come back. This dream world is so real that when I begin to wake up and hear my partner milling around our house I think he is my dad and I have stayed at his flat. The smokers cough is almost identical. My dad died around this time of the year. He was only 50 and I am 47. It feels weird to think that soon I will be older than he ever was and I am still putting him in this unhappy dream rather than accepting he got cancer and died. Mortality is a collosal pain in the arse if you don’t believe in heaven.