The other night I had a beer with The Big Guy.
In real life, that would be quite a trick. “The Big Guy” was the nickname my siblings and I affectionately used for my father, who passed away in 2014.
But in my dream, he was as real as could be, as was the hockey game we were watching.
It happens every once in a while. Mom shows up in my dreams sometimes too, but that is more rare, perhaps owing to the fact that she has been gone since 1997.