In 1985, my father passed away. He had been a very sick man for a very long time. I loved my father with all my heart, and it hit me very, very hard when he passed. I have always had a hard time dealing with death, but after he passed I would often have this one dream that would happen the same way, over and over. It starts with my husband and me in a big backyard that has playground toys in it. There is a big schoolhouse that we live in on the land, and, mind you, my father has passed away, but in this dream he comes out of the schoolhouse we are living in and he has his .22 with him. He tells my husband it is time for me to go with him, and then he points his .22 at me as my husband tries to hide. I run, but my father is yelling my name and telling me it is time for me to go with him. As I stop and turn to look at my father, I hear his gun go off and I wake up. I want so deeply to know why I keep having this dream.