That reminds me of a dream that I had in which my father unexpectedly appeared; this was years before his death. In the dream I was in this town that looked like something out of the old West; there were no proper sidewalks, just wooden boards in places, and old fashioned buildings with bat wing doors. Suddenly my father appeared, wearing what looked like buckskin or suede clothing, and he looked startled to see me there. He didn't speak to me, but went through a door that had a wooden sign over it that read Post Office. Later that day, I went to check my mail, and found a letter from him.