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Last night I had a haunting dream about my father. I dreamed I was in an elderly friend’s apartment, waiting for her, when suddenly a closet door opened in front of me and out walked my father: not my old father, now deceased, but my young father, from when I was a little girl…I was terrified at first, but then noticed how lost he looked, gliding past me as though he didn’t see me. I said, “Daddy can I help you? How are you?” At which point I woke up, heart pounding, and tried to sort out my feelings.