Pop's Dream Journal

Had my second ever lucid dream last night and it was about my Dad:

I’m in a room (a bedroom?) with my Dad and a couple of other people. I don’t remember exactly who the other two people were, only that I think they were family of some sort. My Dad got up and walked down the hall to another room. I noticed that he seemed alert and very lucid*. I then remembered that he had passed away this past February and realized that this must be a dream. I looked at my hands to do a R/C but they looked normal. So I held my nose and tried to breathe through it; I could. Just as I was doing it a second time to make sure, my Dad walked back into the room. And I remember thinking, “Okay, you’re having a lucid dream. Don’t wake up!” But that’s where I think I made a mistake, because right after I thought it, I woke up.

*Before my Dad died in February 2011, he had been suffering from Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s disease and had not been “himself” in a long time. But in this dream, he was his old self, which I think helped me clue in that I was dreaming. I wish I hadn’t woken up so soon after I became lucid because I really wanted to talk to him and see how he was doing. Also, under the influence of Alzheimer’s, he had gotten in the habit of “hiding things” for safe keeping and there are quite a few things that my Mom says have gone missing and she has no clue where Dad hid them. I was hoping that by talking to my Dad, I could maybe shed some light on where some of the missing items are hidden.