This dream took place during a nice day in downtown DeRidder, and I was walking to a small room downtown that I was probably temporarily renting or staying at.
At this point in the dream, I was going there to do something that I can not remember to maybe cool down, maybe it had a tiny pool or some kind of special cooling equipment.
I think that this room was on the side of the road near where the museum should be, it was possibly made out of a lot of glass in some parts; because I remember being able to see inside part of it from a distance.
That is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream took place during the day in DeRidder, I remember my mom and I arriving at an old run down paint chipping off-white single-story house that was not far from The NF Gas Station.
This old house was a small business now or at least was partly a small business, a restaurant I assumed, except it was a restaurant where you could only order from the window instead of going inside.
The assumed restaurant was surprisingly busy and popular, there was a long line of people waiting to put in their orders, and many people putting in orders.
My deceased uncle ME was working there, taking orders from the window, he was the only employee working the window, so I assumed that the other employees were doing the cooking.
I saw an older man with dark-color skin wearing an apron who would sometimes come from the assumed kitchen area to briefly talk to my uncle ME and / or a customer; and sometimes he would look to see how long the line was.
He seemed to be the owner of this restaurant as well as a cook.
My mom and I stood way back at a distance watching and waiting, we did not want to disturb my uncle ME because he was so busy; so we waited for a chance to go put in an order & briefly talk to him.
My uncle ME possibly looked a bit overwhelmed with all the orders and the long line, he was working hard, but he stayed focused on his job & keeping the line moving.
He probably did not see us because we were so far away, and we were not in line.
Across the street on the other side of the nearby gas station, we saw one of my male cousins, maybe JE, and my uncle JE moving things into a fictional house where my female cousin CE lived.
Somehow I knew that my female cousin CE lived there, it seemed that my male cousin, probably JE, was moving in with his sister, CE, and my uncle JE was helping them because he is their father.
I assumed that they would come to the restaurant to order food and talk to my uncle ME when they were finished, I also assumed that my uncle CE would show up, but I woke up.
In this dream, I was on my computer helping someone online, I think I was helping a man with light-color skin.
Eventually I learned that he had several online profiles / aliases / identities / whatever, and I suspected that he was probably Ukrainian or Russian.
I started to think that he was possibly trying to help the country that he was from in a war, the current war that started from the 2022 Russian Invasion Of Ukraine, I assumed.
Instead of helping fight physically, I assumed that he was helping fight in the war online, in various ways.
At this point, I did not want to get involved any further, and had fortunately finished helping him; so I ended things there, especially because I was not sure which side he was on.
I woke up shortly after this.
When I was getting ready for work this morning after waking up, I was going to tell my mom about my second dream, I did not have enough time, so I decided that I would tell her after work.
I then realized that my uncle ME was dead, in the dream I did not remember that he died a year or two ago, and in real life I had briefly forgotten until that moment.
Later today, when there were only 5 minutes left until it was time for me to clock out of work, I thought about this, and it hit me.
I saw some possible symbolism of the dream, in the dream he did not see us and I did not get to talk to him, and we were at a distance; like in real life where he died in another state unexpectedly, so I did not get to say goodbye or see him one last time before he died.
I have avoided funerals since my grandmother DE died back when I was in high school, which was the last funeral I attended.
Unless maybe if it is a funeral where I am really needed, one of my parents or siblings or spouse or children et cetera, so I did not attend his funeral.
When possible, I try to do brief private viewings instead of attending funerals et cetera, but I did not get to do that after he died.
So his death almost does not seem like it really happened.
I wish that I could have gotten to say goodbye before he died.
Anyway, this hit me causing me to tear up a little, in those last 5 minutes of work, and I cried a little when I got back home.
- John Jr