Last night, Dad came to me in a dream. We were on a journey. Trying to locate something, I’m not sure what. Maybe some fuel for a car or a place to stay. I was in a public toilet, and I was being sick, violently sick. It was a reddish colour and Dad was asking me if I was ok. I reassured him that I was and that even though I would probably be sick a few more times I was going to be ok. He looked healthy and well.