27/11/2007 Dream

And it's in some kind of hall where there's a posh dinner party going on or something, but anyway I'm there with my dead father. He's younger and kinder than I remember him being most of the time when he was alive, and we are meticulously going through all of his possessions deciding what should be kept and what should be given away and what should be thrown out.

And then I wake up. And I'm crying uncontrollably, so much that it affects me throughout the whole of the rest of the day.