Uncle Harry

Dreams have meaning and purpose. I could say I believe that, however, it would be more precise to say I simply know it. I have had very few vivid dreams. So few a number that I have deep memories of these dreams. I have experienced a couple of these dreams more times than I care to count. One very vivid dream needs to be shared, if only for me to learn from the experience. I only had this dream ONCE. This I will venture to explain later.

The dream was easily recognizable as a city like Downey. I felt like it was a city like Downey. I was in the front seat of a non-descript car and Uncle Harry was driving. He said he needed to make one stop before he took me home. (I have no recollection of ever being in a car alone with Uncle Harry in my life, at least not like this.)

We pulled into an apartment parking lot and he immediately parked. As he got out of the car he asked me to wait, but I was already following him toward the apartment door. It was a downstairs apartment and seemed to be connected to others like it. When we reached the door the feeling in the dream was like a detective thriller. We were breaking in the door and rushing into the apartment. There was a man in the downstairs room to the left of a staircase leading to a second floor. He was quickly gone out the back door and I was left watching Uncle Harry run after him. I ran along behind him trying to catch him. I was unable to. He and the man he was chasing were moving faster than possible away from me. I was still in the street in the Downey-like town frantically yelling for passing motorists to stop and give me a ride to catch my Uncle Harry. I felt I needed to help him. I wanted more than anything to follow him.

I was told by each motorist that I could not have a ride and to go home. This happened for a period of time in which I became more and more frustrated that I was being denied a ride by all these people. I was being denied the opportunity to follow my Uncle Harry and I woke up very disturbed, angry with all those people. I was angry that I woke up to find it was not real. I woke and realized I had been dreaming.

I have had this dream once and it plays in my memory like a movie. The part that I am questioning is this. I had this dream after Harry died. I remember thinking that in the dream. How can you be here with me in a car when I know you are dead? My consciousness in this dream was real, as if I were awake. Very literally awake!

The exploration into these memories and their meaning is slowly becoming clearer. I feel that if I do not accept the thought patterns I am experiencing that I will go crazy, instead of just feeling like I'm crazy.

I am beginning to believe that I somehow shared Uncle Harry's journey into the afterlife. It is the only explanation that makes sense when I review all the details of the dream. I have not had a dream of Uncle Harry since then. In fact, I have no memories of ever dreaming about my family members. Can any of Harry's siblings share with me why he would come to me in a dream such as this? Is there something about Harry as a person that would make him wait around after death for a guide? Would he have needed direction? Answers...I really need answers.

I just need to share this, but your comments and insights, your thoughts and feelings about this are important to me. I have compiled many thoughts on this newly discovered topic and I feel like I am beginning to understand more than ever before. The feeling is one of overwhelming freedom to explore. Explore without the constraints of human judgment to attempt to set things right. I need to complete this exploration, this is my path.