Last night I had a curious dream

I dream almost every night but rarely remember what they were about. A little background first: I had an evil stepfather, he was a drunk and a bully and an all-round asshole. I hated him, but I Ioved his family. I called his parents Grandma and Grandpa; I called his brothers Uncle A, Uncle B and Uncle C; I called his sister Aunt D; and I called their children my cousins. I thought they loved me too, but they really didn't (when my mother finally left the step-father in 1984, I never heard from them again. Out with the old and in with the new, I guess. It broke my heart.)

Anyway, in 1982, Uncle B, who was newly married less than a year, tragically died in a car accident. He was only 37. He was my favorite and the nicest person I'd ever met. We were all devastated.

I dreamt about him three times after he died. In the first two dreams, we were sitting in easy chairs across from each other, talking, until I realized and said "wait a minute, you're dead" and he disappeared. The third time, I was going through a rough patch and was stressing out about everything and he said "don't worry, everything's going to be all right" and it was. I never dreamt about him again until last night.

I don’t remember most of it. I was in someone's house with a bunch of people I didn't know and he was there and I said to him "where have you been?" but he wouldn't say. I wonder why I would dream about him after all these years (44!). Maybe it means something and maybe it doesn't. I wish I knew.