I had a nightmare last night that my dad died of a heart attack...but he wasn't at home, he'd gone away on one of his trips. I remember trying to convince myself that he was just on a really long trip; that he hadn't gone. I can't remember if I actually cried in my dream, but there was this feeling of overwhelming, oppressive sadness. I couldn't escape it wherever I went, I felt like I was being pushed downwards by it, like my lungs were too heavy. It was such a powerful dream, I woke up and for a second I thought it was true because that overbearing sadness followed me into conciousness. Of course it isn't true, and I don't really feel like that, but the feeling in the dream was so vivid, it shook me a little.