I’ve had a beautiful/terrible recurring nightmare again. I don’t know what to make of it.
I am somewhere in the world, Asia or Africa, and my father (in his current state) has come to visit me. I am enjoying time with him, and he seems fine. Then, all of a sudden he has some of kind of palsy-like attack and is dying. We are reading each other minds. He is not scared. I am.
As he dies, I lay down on top of him and go to sleep.