Dad turned up in my dream last night. Unlike in real life, in dreams he's always there when you need him. He took me on a trip around the country, explaining all the lay of the land along the way, the soil and the climate and what crops should be planted, things a city slicker like me hasn't got much of a clue about. I felt like a retard, but was comforted by his presence, a presence from the other side, always positive.