While I was growing up, my father would have strange dreams where I or one of my siblings was sleeping in the yard or on the roof. More recently, he dreamt there were big frogs in the backyard. In some culture, somewhere, this is a sign of prosperity.
I'm generally very ambiguous and mysterous in my online persona here. But I'm dropping all that for this one. For twenty years now, you've been there. Dad, I'm dedicating this one to you. I love you.