Since my Dad died five years ago, I have only had a handful of dreams about him, all of which I remember and cherish. They are almost always dreams in which he appears, rather than dreams featuring him, as it were. Last night, I had a dream where my Dad appeared, looking healthy and handsome as ever (he died aged 59 out of the blue, so he never got old and will always be young and beautiful to us).
As my heart soared upon seeing him suddenly, I said what I always say in my dreams in which he appears: 'Dad! Dad, can you see me?' He always says yes, but so far I've never managed to get to him and give him a hug before either he disappears or I wake up.