I like to imagine a treasure trove in my notebooks somewhere that includes hundreds of dreams in which he appeared. But I only found two that were worth recording, which you can listen to below:

The only one I have is from Jun 5, 1998. It's painfully short, not even worth recording, and perhaps reflects the weakening of our psychic connection.

The night I dreamed my father's mug shot. He's dressed in black and white check, holding his head high and his ID number like it's movie slate. Head cocked back, staring at you....

Yep. That's all I got. Will continue to search for the probably mythical treasure trove of dreams, the same way I'll search for the reel-to-reel tapes of him snoring.