This morning my dad visited me in my dream. I don’t remember in details, but I do remember we had a peaceful conversation. We communicated in our higher dimension so that we both were beautifully thoughtful and caring. I always honor my dream. Whatever I experience in my dream is the definite truth for me. For me, both realms are real.
Sorry dad for not calling you. I chose not to call you because I don’t want to end up arguing with you over the phone. I decided to wait until the time when I build solid confidence to talk to you again. I keep sending good energy, prayer, and healing to you until then. Please know I always love you and appreciate you. I believe in your soul. I know you understand deep inside. And someday we will rebuild peace, just like what I did with my late mom after her departure.
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