When my dad just passed away, I used to dream about him a lot too. I dreamed that he came back to see me, and once I went to another place to find him. It is night, here is night, and there is day. I asked him if he was hungry or cold. Dad said it was all right, he was doing fine. Then he said that it was dawn and asked me to go back quickly. Then I woke up. I was sad for a while in the dream, and it took me a long time to wake up. Later, when I was thinking about him, I happened to see a paragraph of text, live a good life. I think it's...