I was in a foreign country, maybe European.
I stole a small carlike vehicle. My brain called it
a Mini but it had no roof and sat 2 people front to
back not side to side.

I zipped around for a while.

I was in a bus, with my son, with the mini stashed in
the back.

We got off.

I forgot the mini.

I was sad.

I woke up.

I looked out the window.

I saw my back yard was filled with lions, both male and
female, and small black kittens. Everywhere. They were playing
and jumping around.

The lions were not hurting the kittens.

They scared me.

I went to Ben's room and told him to look out the window.

I was in the back seat of a car. There were other people
in it, we were traveling along a bridge.

Suddenly, the bridge started twisting and turning.

It flipped the car upside down. The roof of the car disapeared
and everyone fell out.

First I though I was fine, that I was swimming in the water.
But everyone else who was in the car was walking.

They told me I was dead and I should go away. I realized that
I was floating in air not swimming in water.

I was at a party.

I saw my dad walking down the an area before a stage, like
he was going to make an announcement.

Note: He's been dead for about 10 years.

He looked good, maybe around 40-50ish. Looked like my brother
Rob.

I floated over to him, and hugged him, but he couldn't see me.
He could feel me though, and reacted as if a warm blanket had
been thrown over him, he smiled.

I said: Dad, I love you.
I started crying.
He started crying.
He kept walking to the stage.

I woke up, my pillow was covered by tears.
I'm crying a bit as I type this.