2 be Bliss, as I dance along the road to Nirvana...

So a few days ago daddy visited in my dream. He was happy. And young. But still my daddy. He had a lot of company in his apartment. They were all laying around in the living room, some sleeping. There was a cute puppy. I asked them all to leave. We went into his bedroom. Daddy had a lot of new things. Furniture, clothes, workout equipment... I asked him where he'd gotten it all. He was grinning and happy, said he bought it. (Oh Lawd daddy! With what?!) I asked him how much it all cost. He said he didn't know; he'd used his debit card. (Oh Lawd daddy!) I knew it was a dream and he'd died in waking life but I also knew that it was all real in the dream and I dream-panicked. I estimated that his new stuff had cost a couple of thousand bucks, more than he had in his (waking life) account when he died. "Daddy! That means your account is overdrawn. The bank is gonna be calling me." Instant headache. Daddy wasn't too concerned. 😐 I woke up...

Daddy, I still can't believe you're gone. I miss you much more than I thought I would. 💔 But I'm getting along. I only cry sometimes . I'm hanging out with a friend today, a gentleman we used to attend church with. You and he would have gotten along well. He's a cool guy, very smart and down to earth with a wide variety of interests. We're going to an afternoon meditation group then lunch. It should be a good afternoon. 😃 More later... 💋

Daddy died. 💔