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Last night I dreamt that my dad and I visited the memorial together. To get there we took an elevator from a very high floor of a tall building. It was a fast and fun ride down. When we stepped off the elevator, we were surrounded by shimmering pools of water broken up by patches of grass and stainless steel benches emerging from the ground. My dad then left, but I wasn’t alone.