I don't dream about my father often. When I do, it's in the context of my mother's home, and what's going on there now.
Over the last year, twice, he's visited me, and said, "I do not like what is going on here!" Or words to that effect. He'd gesture towards the living room, and shrug in an exasperated helplessness (as was occasionally his way, in
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