I miss my dad. I dreamt of him a few nights ago. It was a really mixed up dream where I was travelling from one place to another, in one time zone to another, with different people. In the part where my dad was in, we were all on a major family holiday somewhere. My uncles and aunties were there too. I was eating a box of Japanese gummy candies and I met up with everyone at the lift landing. As there were so many of us, we really occupied the landing and it was so packed with us. I remember looking up and down the corridor and seeing a dimly lit Japanese-like restaurant.

I walked up to my dad and offered him a blue-coloured candy. I cannot remember whether he ate it or not. I also cannot remember what he said to me. But I remember that he was standing on my left and he put his arm over my shoulder. I put my left arm across his waist and we just held each other close. The feeling was so familiar...his round stomach, the feel of his shirt fabric against my cheek and fingers, the difference in our height...it was all so familiar.

That's all that I can remember about the dream It just kind of stopped there, I think. Still, it was a beautiful dream.