I had a very vivid dream last night, just wondering what feelings it might elude too. From what I remember... It started on a train my dad was there with his daughter and I had my son, I don't know where we were going but everyone was happy to be there and excited. I remember looking out of the window and seeing that we were traveling along the coast of a bay, the bay was full of turquoise water untill the beach where there were crumbling and ruined temples built high into large rock structures spluttered around the bay. People were playing in pools around the structures and walking throughout the bay, everyone was calm and seemingly wanted to be there. I remember my perspective shifting to the front of the carriage, I could see the tracks; more like roller coaster tracks than train and they were split into sections constantly jumping from left to right. We never arrived anywhere the scenery changed and all of a sudden we were somewhere else. My dad or what looked like my dad but younger and more like a mix between him and me came over a hill and told me he had to explain somethings, how and where he'd been raised... he pointed to my left and there were these tall grey white and black high-rise flats that filled up my view. He told me about some struggles and why he'd kept them secret. The scenery changed again and somehow we knew that our kids had been taken, we ran to a pick up truck; he drove I jumped on the back and we rushed to them, charging through people and blockades that were in our way. I didn't feel bad or scared, I felt like we had something to do and whatever it was these people were stopping us. Then I woke up. Weird one haven't thought about my father in a long time as he has his own life and I have mine. Just thought I'd share as it was so vivid and I wonder why my brain decides that it would be that nights viewing. I don't dream alot but when I do its alway very real.