I dreamed that I went camping with my mom. We gathered all the gear and were setting up the tent together. I remember thinking that everything would be a little different without my Dad there. Setting the tent up wasn't as easy, and the bedroom spaces seemed larger without him. It's the first time in a dream that I've really acknowledged that my dad is gone. It was in the back of my dream-self's mind that it was our first time camping without him. In all the other dreams I've had so far, he was either alive or, at worst, dead but present.