My eldest daughter Melissa passed away in May 2008 after a nine month battle with non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. I dreamt of Mel on Friday night. I can't remember the exact content of the dream, but I can vividly remember two things. Firstly, she was crying in the dream because she was dying. Secondly, I was crying because she was dying. The dream was so real, I actually woke with tears streaming down my face. Dreams can be so powerful, a dream is the only way I can actually see Mel doing something new, I can talk to her, ask her a question and she can answer me. In dreams anything can happen, good or in the case of last Friday, bad. I remember a particular dream I had of Mel a couple of months ago, in this dream we hugged and I could feel the hug, it was so powerful and when I woke up, I felt like I'd been hugged by her. The joy of that dream is tempered by the fact that I know, the only way I''ll ever get a hug again is in my dreams. There is a sadness too that I don't know when that next dream will happen, it could be tomorrow, next week, next month.... I may never dream of Melissa again. The dream I had of Mel on Friday was unusual, because in it, she was the age she was when she was diagnosed with lymphoma. Nine times out of ten, when I dream of Mel, she's younger than when she died, more often than not she's between ages 8 - 12, rarely older, sometimes younger. My wife's dreams of Mel are even more age concise, my wife says that when she dreams of Mel she's always a young child. What I'd like is a dream channel, where I could remotely pick and choose the dreams I wanted. I could record them or Sky Plus them when I know they will be on... so here I am, going to bed each night, wondering if tonight will be the night when I close my eyes and I get to experience a virtual hug that feels so real, a trip to the football, or I'll just see my wife, my other daughter Becky, Mel and I sat around the table eating our dinner. . . simple events in my life that I always took for granted, but now only occur when I sleep. As Mel used to say when I used to tell her that Everton were better than Liverpool.... "Dream on Dad"