I remember most of my dreams, and remember them in detail including the emotions they generate.
I can also track many of the images and issues back to their source during the day.
It's a talent
Sorry bout your Dad.
Grandad was the same. I remember Mum rushing round there once because he'd broken his bedside lamp. It was faux-Tiffany and had a glass cover. His tone of urgency had her expecting the worst - shards everywhere and Grandad with his feet cut to ribbons. No. Somehow the plug had worked its way out of the socket. Broken as in not working, not as in shattered. She was though, he called at ridiculous o'clock, despite the fact that one of his carers was due (Mum met her coming in while she was leaving)
Your Dad is lucky to have a decent son like you.