Then don’t mind me, ‘cos I ain’t nothin’ but a dream…

I had the weirdest dream about my father the other night. One so very weird, and upsetting, that it still makes me kind of sick to think about it.

The weirdest, most upsetting, thing? It’s not the normal dream I have about him: the one where I find him and then the fast forward to having to ID him in the funeral home before they cremate him. I can deal with that one… this new one? Not so much.

It’s funny that it happened right before Thanksgiving, too.

I miss him a lot around the holidays, but Thanksgiving seems to be the worst lately. Worse than even Christmas…

So anyhoo, iTunes decided to cough up this oldie but goodie. You’ll pardon me while I’m off in the corner bawling my eyes out, right? 

Come see where your eyes cannot see.
And close your eyes, child, and look at what I’ll show you;
Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you,
Then maybe, when we meet, suddenly I will know you.
If all the things you see ain’t what they seem,
Then don’t mind me ‘cos I ain’t nothin’ but a dream
Ritchie Havens - “Follow”