I had a nightmare last night. I was a child again and my father accused me of sabotaging something

So he could beat me up. I stood my ground, proved I didn't do it then called him a sick man and psychoanalysed him.

I got a beating anyways in the dream. Then I remembered he is dead and I am likely dreaming and told him that and how he died alone begging people to bring me to him.

How I let him die suffering and alone.

He, in the dream, was fumming in rage just like in real life. I told him though it looks like he broke my arms, in reality my arms are just fine and I do so much good in this world. And I am so loved while his grave being pissed on by drunken people in neglected graveyard.

No legacy, nothing. Even our family names have changed.

I woke up when he was about to beat me up again.