Monday night's dream.

I had the strangest dream last night: In the dream, I must have been at a S.D.B. General Conference, because I was moving around from building to building, at one point running before dawn to a stone building, running up stone steps and going inside to get in a sauna and get a shower; at another point I was sitting in a dining area or bar having a conversation and suddenly realized I was talking with Dad -- there he was, sitting erect and carrying on an engaging and intelligent conversation with me -- and I turned to him (thinking to myself "he looks very real but I know I'm dreaming") and said "But Dad, you died July 11th". I can't remember if I kept dreaming after that or not. Not at all frightening, but very strange. That's what I woke up to.