I’m a 21y/o male 68W Combat Medic in the U.S. Army. I lost my father to an overdose/cardiac event in 2015. He always told me drugs and or alcohol would never solve any of my problems from the time I was a kid until then. I was so bright eyed for so many years of my life. I became an addict my junior year of highschool. I was smoking weed from the 9th grade on, started doing Coke and other hard drugs later during highschool. Somehow graduated with a 4.11 after highschool but had sacrificed so much of my sanity, well-being, and motivation. I wanted to be a professional musician and physician’s assistant. I ended up joining the army after a year of stagnation in community college along with drug use. For over 2 years, I have been clean and have rebuilt myself. Last night, I had my first dream of my father since his passing on 09-11-15. I saw him walking towards my car, I was shocked. Someone was calling his name but he never turned around and he got in the car beside me. I started sobbing immediately, and he was smiling, looking at me, and right as I was about to give him a hug, some voice told me to wakeup, and I lost the dream. I’m not religious or spiritual, but I want to believe that I saw him. It felt so genuine and real, everything I remembered about him. I just want to know why he showed up. I want to relive that dream so soon. So much I want to talk about. I just don’t know why it happened.