I got the chills when I read your post because the same thing happened to me. My Dad died in 1992 and we were very close too. I was his only child and a Daddy's Girl. For the first year or so I had many dreams about him. I would keep a pad and pen on my nightstand and as soon as I woke up I would jot down things about the dream otherwise I would forget some of it. In one dream he told me he was with my Benji, my beagle who died the year before. That made me feel so good that Benji and my Dad are together. Try to write down the dreams as soon as you wake up. I dream about him now but not as often. I think when we dream about the people we have lost, that somehow they are saying hi to us and maybe trying to comfort us if we are having a bad time. They are letting us know that they are always with us. |