I dreamt of my father last night. In my dream, I dreamt that I was dreaming. I saw him. He was wearing a beige and cream stripped polo t-shirt and light coloured pants. He looked plump and healthy. Just as he was when I was a little girl. I was sitting on a bench and he was next to me, on my left. I was clinging onto his arm and resting my cheek on his shoulder.

"Pa, how are you?'
"I'm ok. It's difficult to get the tickets."
"Tickets?"
"To take transport to come over to see you."
"What tickets? Why difficult to get?"
"They're costly and in high demand"
"Do you need anything Pa?"
"I need a car" *laughs*
"hah?"
"so I can come on my own. No need tickets."
"oh..."
*tears in eyes* "I miss you so much Pa"
*uses his left hand to pat my head*

Then I "woke up" from the dream in my dream.