Huh. I just had a dream with my dad in it. That hasn't happened in a long, long time. The rest of it was mostly random conspiracy stuff – I was a kid sitting on the handlebars of a bike as we rode out into mountainous terrain behind the house (I grew up in a residential area in New Orleans, there was nothing remotely like that) and found a secret shipping/printing plant where Things were Weird. He seemed to have some sort of adventure there that he mostly kept me on the sidelines of, because I was, well, just a kid. We escaped. With a pile of evidence, that upon looking at it looked like a lot of the standard spurious stuff one sees on schizophrenic-sounding conspiracy blogs.
Then we were in the house I grew up in, and it was windy (as it is outside right now for real). While he was on the phone, I saw the tree outside swaying in the wind a lot; someone had hacked a huge chunk out of it near the base. It fell, but not quite on the house, and took one in the neighbor's yard with it.
Then I woke up, feeling like I'd just been watching an episode of Twin Peaks. Except with my dad. I haven't dreamed of him since… I can't even begin to remember. He died so long ago now.
His birthday's coming up soon. November 1.