I dreamt about my dad last night. It wasn’t explicit, but it was implied. I was at a café ordering food, and I ordered for two. After placing the food on a tray, I walked toward a table. While I was setting the dishes on the table, a stranger sat down next to me. I was expecting my dad to sit there. Instead of asking the stranger to leave, I quietly started moving the dishes to another table. That’s when I woke up.