And yet, here he is. Six feet away from me, making me hot chocolate. An hour ago, I thought he was dead. I really and truly did. There was no getting around it. I have never been so scared of a dream death before in my life. I don't know what I would do if he were dead. Shock... Isolation. There would be no reason to associate with hardly anyone. And it took me forever to realize that I was dreaming, and he'd be there when I woke up. I am eternally grateful to my dad for wakign me up. I looked down and saw him and my spirits rose like a fucking balloon. I had to give him a hug. He laughed. "I'll never die."