Just before my dad crossed over, I asked him, "What am I going to do if I need your advice or something?" He was very weak but said, "Like your granddaddy Walter told me, we can talk on our spiritual telephone." 
Its literally the second to last thing i remember him saying to me.
Since his passing, he's visited me definitely twice-maybe three times-in incredibly vivid, realistic dreams. I believe this is our "spiritual telephone," though I'm still trying to decode the messages. I'm writing this down here as a personal record, but if have any insight id love to hear it.
This morning, July 10th (15 Muharram), just after Fajr, I went back to sleep for a little more rest 
and that's when the dream happened.
In the dream, my dad was driving and I was in the passenger seat of his truck. It felt like we were coming from the old ranch or somewhere west of town-maybe Lindsey-and heading east toward his house. I remember the moments starting near the State Theater, which was on our right-hand side. But the entire stretch of California Street was in a blackout. All of Gainesville was creepy dark, like a Scooby Doo episode irl.
We turned south near the church and Butterfield Stage area. As we passed, I noticed a couple of houses with lights on. I pointed them out and said, "Looks like they have their own power grid." I could feel my dad was uneasy, though he didn't show it. Of course, my mind was racing, and new he was anxious to get back to the house quickly. In my mind Mitzi was there. Geographically, we'd be just south of the Butterfield Stage, but it felt more like the new housing developments built over the old JM Lindsay elementary school site.
Instead of going straight to the house, he turned up a tunnel behind a large building-maybe a hotel, maybe a hospital, or maybe some kind of secret facility. It was massive. We drove into it and had to take the truck up in an elevator. But then something shifted. The back door of the elevator opened and, suddenly, he reversed the truck down a dark tunnel. He said he had a pass that allowed him to be there, and it was tracking both our presence and his credentials. Then I woke up.
There was also an earlier part of the dream I vaguely recall. I was outside behind a building-it felt like a loft or studio space off Main Street in Denison. I was sleeping under an overhang where some pipes came out of the back corner of the building, close to the ground. I remember thinking, "I probably shouldn't fall asleep here," and i got up to walk back into that building… that part happened before the previous, but that's about all I can recall from that scene.
Thanks for reading 
. I'm still reflecting, and trying to understand the meaning. May not be any point to it. But connection solid.
