It was the late in the Winter, and I was home and drifting off to sleep in my
easy chair. I was dreaming, but it was very real and I didn't realize that it
was only a dream. In it...my dad called me on the phone and we talked
awhile and he asked me how I was and how wife was and how our two girls were.
Nothing special, he wanted to know how everyone was doing, and then he mentioned
that he was going to come over for a visit that day to see us. I said fine, and then our
oldest daughter came in the house and at once started talking to me. Evidently she
didn't notice that I was totally asleep, and when she asked me what was happening,
I told her that her grand-dad had just called and was coming over for a visit.
As I began to wake up I remembered that my dad had passed away the September
before and so it must have been a dream.

Daughter by this time had gone downstairs to see her mom, and she told her
that I was totally out of it. Wife soon after questioned me about all this and understood and
started to laugh. It was just a dream. Wasn't it?