After several weeks of waking up early after too few hours of sleep, I've had a few nights of sound sleep. As is common when catching up on insufficient sleep, my dreams have become more vivid.

Yesterday, while taking a nap in the middle of a thunderstorm, I had a dream about my father. This isn't unusual; I dream about him fairly often, though I hadn't in a few months.

In this dream, my father and I were traveling by car through a dreary, largely featureless countryside, riding past meadow after meadow of tall, yellowish grass.

After a long while, we came upon a two-storey house on the right, a little ways down a hill. It seemed as if the road ended, so my father and I got out and went down the hill until we were on the opposite side of the house from the road.

In the yard here, we found a large, square man-made pool or pond. It had steep banks to the left, with the road resuming at the top heading away from us. There was also a steep bank directly in front of us on the other side of the pond. On the right side of the pond, accessible from the yard where we stood was a bank gradually sloping upwards. At the top, on the other side of the pond, one could easily walk back to the road at the left.

My father did not notice the the gently sloping bank on the right, however. He walked to the pond, convinced that we'd need to slog through it in order to get back to the road and the car. Not hesitating, he stripped off his pants to show a grey pair of shorts underneath, then stepped right in and began to make his way to the steep left bank.

I was still unconvinced, so I remained where I was. I noticed the sloping right bank and tried to convince my father to come back; that it would be better to avoid the water because we'd have a hard time trying to climb the steep bank on the left side. I was also skeptical that we'd needed to go this way at all -- I wanted to return to where we'd left the car to see if we could find a way to move forward from there.

But my father paid no attention to me and moved further into the dirty water.

At this point, I woke up, left with a vaguely anxious feeling.

Thoughts?

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