Last night I dreamed that my father had died. My mother called me and told me that he had passed. I could still see him. I told my mother "no he’s not, he’s right here." My father didn’t belive that he was dead either. I helped my Mom with all the arrangements and setting up the funeral. My Dad begins to accept that he was dead and showed up less and less.
Then I woke up. (In my dream) I was very glad to find out that it was only a dream and my father was still alive. Then my mother called me downstairs. (In this part of the dream I was staying back home) She told me that my father had died. I was like wow, this is strange. And this time my father didn’t appear to me. I once again helped my Mom work everything out. I had to drive her around and I got pulled over for a speeding ticket. And normal I’m a very laid back, peaceful kind of guy. But I just ripped into the cop that had pulled me over. I woke up in the middle of a fight with him.