In my dream of this morning, my dad was visiting me. We were at a station to take Shinkansen (bullet train). My dad and I took the Shinkansen and traveled together. When we arrived at a certain station, my dad stood up from seat and got off the train. I quickly followed him. On the next second, he was already walking down the stairs to the ticket area. I tried to catch up with him and called him. Now he was running fast as if he was in his teens. He was healthy and fit. While he was running down the stairs, he talked to me telepathically that he would be okay. Then I woke up.
I didn’t worry about him. I had good feeling about him. But I thought maybe I should check on him, because I haven’t called him for more than 3 months. The last time I called him was the New Year’s Eve in America, which was a New Year’s morning in his time.
In the evening around 7 p.m., I called my dad. He picked up the phone within the second ring. His voice sounded much slower than the last time, but still, he sounded happy. He was not mad at me for my not calling him often. We exchanged some cheerful words to each other and ended our short conversation.
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