I had a dream last night....
I fell down somewhere and ended up in my bed in lots of pain. I was in my old twin size bed that I that I tossed in 2003 when I moved back to Long Island. As I laid down trying to fight through the pain, I turned to my left and my Dad was rubbing my back. Then helped me sit up. My hair was a mess for some reason and my Dad took out a comb and started to comb my hair. He combed a part down the middle and stopped. I looked at my Dad and said to him "Daddy you are always here to take care of me"
Then I woke up
