26 Apr 2025
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
I was visiting my deceased dad’s house, where I used to live, and I saw his living conditions were awful. I asked him if he wanted me to clean it for him and he simply looked at me and said, “it used to be clean, but you’re never here anymore. It’s not your problem.” Or something along those lines. His kitchen was filthy, his bathroom a mess, and he was a little heavier than I remembered him being in life. He was still welcoming, but his attitude towards me was just a little unlike him. Like he was upset with me for moving off. This wasn’t like my father at all.