I recall from when I was little, I had so many greusome dreams about my parents dying/going away forever.
They were all weird, but could've happened.
My worst was my dad was on the edge of a volcanic cliff, we were running away from something (I forget what) and then he slips. I'm the only thing holding him up, but I can feel his hand slipping.. He falls, and before he gets out, "I love you" he dies. I woke up crying, this still makes me tear up a little. Although, I woke up next to him (I was REALLY little) he had seen I was having a nightmare and brought me out into the Living Room.
Another one I had was after the first, I apparently went to Bowcraft with my dad, (this happened the same day I first went mini-golfing with him) and then my mom was there, (she didn't have the arthritis as bad at this time in my life, so she could get around atleast) and she said to me that dad went home to do something. I saw the car go away, because I wanted to tell him I loved him, but he was already going away down the road.. I turned around to go to my mom and ask her (she was telling me he went home at that time) and then in the middle of her second sentence, I heard the crash. I went looking all down that road and couldn't find him.. I woke up crying my eyes out after that one.
After typing this, I realize how much I treasure my father...