I’ve been having the same dream for the past few weeks. I don’t even think it’s a dream. I’m pretty sure it’s a memory. I’m really young. Like 4 or 5 years old and I’m being carried.
I think it must be about my dad. It’s a man. It feels like it’s a dad. And there’s this hallway. And he’s carrying me down the long hallway to the far end. We get closer and closer and almost to the end and then I wake up.
According to the bits I’ve picked up from Monica my dad was gone either before I was born, or straight after (the story’s changed a bit over the years) so it can’t be him.