In the dream I was running around in some sort of field.
I don't know where.
A house came out of nowhere.
A feeling came over me in the dream and in real life.
It was a strange, distant feeling.
I knew what was going to happen before it did.
I walked in the house.
My dad, who passed away December 1999, was pacing back and forth.
I knew who he was waiting for.
"Is she in there?" I asked.
I was referring to my mom who was in Saskatoon, at the time, sick from cancer.
"Yeah", he replied nervously.
I left the room.
It felt very clumsy.

I look back on this dream often.
Had this been the last time I were to see him body and spirit, surely I would have come out with more to say to him.

My mom passed away some time later.

Recalling this dream now, it wasn't like a house, it was really like a waiting room.
A hospital waiting room for newborn children.
Except it wasn't for newborns.

You get the idea.