Last night I had a dream. It might be considered a nightmare. My dad picked me up and we were driving to an unknown destination. We were talking and I felt really happy I got to see him in my dreams. Then, out of nowhere he starts choking- badly. He fell over into my lap and I was screaming and crying hitting his back to try and stop him from choking to death. I kept screaming out “No!!! I can’t lose you again, Daddy!! No! Pull over, get off the freeway!” We get to a gas station and I run to ask the attendant for help. Then I woke up with the most terrifying feeling. I felt like he died all over again. Not only do I feel guilty for not going to wake him up for my mom the day he died, but I couldn’t save him in my dream either.