My fathers pain

Date: 4/28/2020

I dreamt of myself lying in bed. I was only about 13/14 years old. My uncle woke me gently to ask me how I was and why to him I was not my usual self. I sat up at the end of the bed beside him and we chatted. Nothing spectacular of a subject. It was latish. Looking out my door I saw my father coming up the stairs to go to bed. He got roughly near the top of the stairs and stopped and his hand kind of grabbed his chest or head - can’t exactly remember that bit but he turned right around while holding the bannister with the other hand and fell back. My uncle and I ran towards him quickly and I grabbed his other hand and held tightly w him my uncle got hold his arm from the bannister and we pulled him up. His was rubbing the side of his head.