Last night...

Last night I dreamed that I was dead.
In my dream the afterlife was a series of subway rides.
Each line has their specific destination, making frequents stop at different subway stations. Everyone knows where they should go.
I felt like I knew which train to ride and the station to get off too, but I was jumping from one platform to another, obviously in search of something or someone.

I was searching for Dad.
I am dead.
I am amongst the dead.
Dad died almost 14 years ago.
So where was he?

In my dream someone told me that the trains are only for the newly dead.
I had to leave the station to find the ones that passed before me.
So I did.

I found a long hallway.
At the end of that hallway was a door.
I knocked.
A man opened the door.
He looked like he just woke up.
I think he was God.

I asked for my Dad.
He said that he summoned him already.
A few seconds passed and the door opened again.
There he was, my Dad.

He looked exactly the way he was when I was a child.
Round, robust, and with a paunch belly.
I was so happy to see him.
He smiled and gave me a great big hug.

I was sitting with him, talking to him, laughing with him, and yet I feel like I was looking at him and myself through a camera lens.
Our image started to get smaller and smaller.
As if I was zooming out, just like the in the movies.

Then I woke up.
I wanted to go back to sleep.
I wanted to capture that moment again.
I wanted more time with Dad.
But alas, that moment was gone.

I miss him so much.
It hurts.