7am woke after 3 hours sleep. I dreamt of my father, he was laughing, at one point I was worried he looked sick and I told him that.i was sorry I had made too much noise and disturbed him. I miss dad so much, cried a bit very soon after I woke, he seems so far from me now, over. 8 months since he died and 1/2 a world away. I need to talk to him, hear his voice, to be joking with him again. Sometimes things don't seem real, don't seem to have really happened to me until after I tell my father about them.