Dreaming of Dadzo

[ninaliza]

Sunday nite, after telling mom that I'd been having dreams of dad but nothing impactful yet, I dreamt that I was in an academic setting taking a class in a big room filled with students. The professor asked me to the front of the class to demonstrate a point he was making. I stood before him, a non~descript academic type with glasses and stuffy clothes. He then took a dancing partner stance and told me we would dance to demonstrate. "Dance? I asked. Like Dancing with the Stars?" And BAM! In a flash, Dadzo was standing there before me holding out his arms, smiling, with a twinkle in his eyes, and then BAM! he was gone and I fell to the floor sobbing and wailing. The professor and students gathered round and I couldn't catch my breath to tell them what happened. I woke up still trying to tell them.