I don’t know how but sometimes I manage to visit my dad while asleep. I don’t even plan to do so. I just have a random dream and he appears. He normally appears to me in my own environment. Last time it was my home. This time we were in the garden of terraced looking houses which looked like the white ones at the seaside places. These ones were similar to the ones I remember seeing at Whitby as a child. There was other people around whom I had never met but they still came in during our conversation briefly. I don’t remember much about the topics of conversation. I don’t know what dad and this other bolding man of a similar age was actually trying to do. I can only assume that it was an activity that they’ve made up to pass the time. The other one was sat on top of a slide looking thing. Most of it was covered by a dark sheet so I’m not sure of details. Dad was sitting in a deck chair. They were both in front of what seemed like a dug out square part of land. They weren’t exactly fishing but that is the only thing I can possibly compare whatever they were doing. They had stick rod looking things in their hands poking what looked like clumps of stuck together cereal bars. Then, for some reason, I joined in. It looked like I was breaking up chunks of wood. I woke up at that point so I still don’t know what they were actually doing. It was ironic that he was in that location because it was always my parents plan to move towards that part of the country after retirement. They didn’t quite get there because dad passed away but it seems he has made the move on his own. Maybe he was trying to motivate me to move away to start again. I wish it was that easy but it isn’t at the moment or foreseeable future.