I think dreams are interesting. I don't know exactly how they work or what they mean or if they are a way for those that have moved on to communicate with us but this dream was very interesting.

I dreamt I was with Tom Cavanagh, the actor, and he was showing us around the set of his new show. (I do not know Tom Cavanagh and I don't know anything about his new show).

In the show he is playing a guy who lives in a hospital without anyone knowing. He took us in the a back door at street level and we went up to the second floor lounge to hang out but we accidently triggered an alarm. I said, "why don't we just hang out here really quietly" and he said we had to move on. So we headed to what I thought was the fourth floor but would soon found out it was more like the 20th floor roof deck.

So we are hanging out on the roof and my brother Jon is there. Jon has two little medals, almost like cuff links and they have black and red ink on them and they are the Dor-O-Matic logo. Dor-O-Matic is the brand of doors that my Dads company started installing 35 years ago.

Jon walks up to the edge of the roof and we are standing there looking down and he throws one of these little medallions off the roof.

I'm yelling at him saying, "Jon, what are you doing, that belonged to Dad!!!"

I'm also watching it as it sort of fluttered down to the street below, and I could see that it probably landed on the sidewalk. I was thinking that I wanted to run down there and see if I can grab it before someone else picks it up.

Then, before I know it, Jon throws the second medallion down and now I'm really mad at him.

"What are you THINKING?" I yelled at him. "JON!!!!!!!"

But then the strangest thing happens, as I'm watching it flutter down it appears to have caught a gusts of wind and begins to float back up towards us on the roof. I thought, "I'm gonna be able to grab this thing as it comes back up here."

Sure enough I was able to reach out and grab the thing as it floated toward us.

Just then I hear my Dads voice. The weird thing was that as I Iay in bed in a Bakersfield motel on my way home from vacation I wasn't dreaming that I heard my Dads voice, I mean I HEARD MY DADS VOICE. It was as if my brain was playing back a complex series of synapsis firing off to make my ears think that Dads voice was in the room. But I HEARD my Dads voice, he said,

"What are you guys up to?"

I turned around and there he was, standing on the roof of Tom Cavanagh's hospital roof with us.

When I told my Mom this story she immediately said,

"What was he wearing".

The funny thing was I noticed exactly what he was wearing. He was wearing dark pants, a red flannel shirt with a black turtle neck under it.

Mom said, "yep, that was Dad!"

In the dream I ran up to him and this was the weirdest part. He was really tall. Either he was 6 foot 8 inches tall or I was 5 feet tall, but my head was barely higher then Dads shoulder, it was like I was 14 years old again. I reached up and gave him a HUGE hug and said,

"Are you OK?"

He responded in a quite and reassuring voice, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

One thing that has been bothering me for the past 8 months has been the gift I gave Dad for Christmas last year. I gave him a new briefcase. One of these new rolling ones that has the pull out handle so you can roll it like your carry on bag at the airport. I know a lot of guys that use them and I just thought it would be easier for him to get his stuff around.

There were two problems with my logic though. First, there were a lot of stairs in my Dads life and second, the bag was larger then his last briefcase which meant he would naturally fill it up with stuff.

The night my Dad fell down the stairs back on December 28th 2005, which marks the beginning of his health declining he was trying to carry that briefcase up the stairs.

I have joked about it with my Mom about how I am the one to blame for killing Dad and she assures me that I am not to blame but the fact of the matter is, if it weren't for that briefcase on that night on those stairs, he may still be with us.

I'm wondering if this is Dads way of saying, "Let it go, I'm fine"

Like I said to begin with, I think dreams are very interesting.