Had a dream about my dad last night. He was sleeping on the pool table in the basement of my childhood home, and I was living there in my old room. I came out, and we talked for a short while, I don't remember about what, and then I woke up (in my dream) and realized it was a dream. This is how I dream: the weirdest shit can happen but when something doesn't mesh with my subconscious, I have to either end the dream suddenly or rationalize it somehow. Dad sleeping on the pool table? My subconscious is cool with that, even though it's totally unrealistic. Me talking to dad? Oh, sorry, he's dead so can't have that. Silly mind.