Dreams

I had a couple of dreams last night. Firstly, a quick one, I was witnessing (either in person or watching on the television) some sort of rebel war with people running about the streets with guns. Strange thing was that the streets were a mix of Chadwell St Mary (where I grew up in Essex) and Torquay (my spiritual home, where I really became Me).
I was then woken at around 05:00 by some work going on outside the Skanska building, across the road. AGAIN. They really do not care what noise they make there out of hours. I was woken up last year when they were sawing/grinding metal for their awning at 01:00 in the morning. And that wasn't the first time. Bearing in mind that this is a mainly residential area of London that is just not on.

My next dream has made me a feel a bit melancholy today. I dreamt that I was going on a boat trip with my mum (she actually died almost 13 years ago). While we were on the boat we somehow found my dad, who had been in suspended animation in the water (he actually died when I was a young kid). the dream was a really happy one and I felt like I was remembering him and his personality again (whereas I don't actually recall what he was like, personality-wise, at all, I was too young, and he was very ill for the last year or so of his life).
My dad then disappeared from the dream and it was about my mum getting used to changes since she had "died."
It was a bit of a weird dream (aren't they all?) but it felt really nice to "see" them both again. But, just recalling the dream now is bringing tears to my eyes, so I'm gonna stop.