My dreams take twists and turns depending on what’s happening in my life.

Lately, there’ve been a few about moving the family around to keep them safe with the specter of putting them in more peril by forcing change. A few others have been about traveling with lost luggage and missing tickets and going anyway. In one, I was given inedible food that I wanted to spit out but couldn’t find a place to get rid of it in an airport.

Makes me wonder what my father’s dreams were like when he in the midst of crisis. What twists and turns did his mind take behind closed lids in his final nights.

I don’t know why I wonder these things.

But I do.