A memory from another dimension

I was in the kitchen at my parent’s house. I looked over at my father who was also standing in the kitchen and we both chuckled. In that moment, it felt as if I was meeting him in a dream after not seeing him for a very long time, or as if we met each other in a different dimension maybe billions of years later and we were delighted to see each other so we both chuckled. What it must feel like to meet a loved one in a different dimension.