it was a nap. and once, this lady told me that daytime naps don't count in dream culture - that they don't mean anything - floating one-day stands amidst insights to possible realities. anyways, i had this dream. i was with my dad at my teta's place, and i stood up - told him i was sorry, and that i was leaving, because i cannot stand this anymore. he told me it's ok - and that i should not be sorry - that if i would stay here, sorry is all i would be. i smiled, said that i was not sorry - and left.