Another dream.

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The most haunting dream last night. I wrote about it in my book journal, but I can record it better if I type it..

I was in a kitchen of some sort, a house I didn't know. My mother and sister were there. I was feeling an intense anger, more than I have ever felt in my life, more than I have ever dreamt. I could feel it in my body. All of a sudden Dad's voice calls out and I freeze, terror and immense disbelief overcome me. I look at my mother and sister and they've heard him too. I realize that this cannot be a figment of my imagination if they hear him also. My hands rush to cover my ears and the terror grips me, my head feels light.

"No, no, no..." I cry. He cannot be here, this is impossible. This is absolutely, fucking impossible. He calls out still.

What happens exactly, I don't know. My mother and I venture into a hallway to see where the voice is coming from and I realize it comes from my room. Even more fear.

More events unknown. I do remember speaking back to him. I tell him that we love him and that we hope he is okay. He is repeating himself. I detect anger in his presence. Does he reply? Afraid, I am talking to Mum so that I do not hear his response. I'm afraid to here that he is not well...

Even now, awake and conscious, the fear I felt is the same real fear I felt in my dream. Rationally I know I couldn't have come to harm. Ghosts cannot hurt you. He couldn't or wouldn't have hurt me, or whatever it really was. I'm not angry with him, wherever he is. But the uneasiness remains...