Gret dream

I'm staning on top of a temple
On it's walls obsidian stairs
A follower walks down on the stairs to the others
The temple stands in middle of a desert
On middle of the desert I see my father
He's sitting on a wheel chair
I come close
On his hand there is an infection
I say
I love you dad
I will never leave you
Even under threat of tortures
I wake up