Finding comfort in dreams

Last night, I dreamed that my dad was still alive. It made me feel quite sad when I woke up to have to remember that he is gone. I remember fighting sleep on the night he died – I didn’t want to dream about what had happened and I didn’t want to dream that he was alive because I couldn’t bear the thought of waking up and having to face it anew. Now, I find it comforting in some ways to dream about Dad because for a short while he is with me again even if it is just an illusion.