i can't stop thinking about this one dream i had, where i was in a public showering stall and my dead dad hugged me from behind. we were on the floor, both naked, water dripping onto us, and he wouldn't let go no matter how awkward i felt in the moment. my mom walked into the doorway and tried to interrupt, but my dad paid her no attention and just kept squeezing. he was hanging from an electrical chord when we found him. i was seven.