January 12

 

I am taking my son to a YMCA camp in the summer. He’s about 9 or 10. We stop at my uncle’s house first. He is living where he used to live where a Walgreen’s now stands. My uncle is sitting in the kitchen, but it’s actually the kitchen from my childhood, not his, and he is sitting in a rocking chair that was in my kitchen. I teasingly poke my uncle’s arm and call him ‘old man.’ I comment on how good he looks for a man of 90, but I do not add that I can tell that he colors his hair. If my son were 10 then my uncle would have been about 60 so the ages are skewed, but I do not seem to realize this in the dream. There is an air of busyness in my uncle’s house. The woman that he lives with is flitting around packing boxes and not stopping to talk. I ignore her since I don’t really know her well and consider her to be a replacement for my aunt who has died. My uncle says that they have to move in a hurry, so I take that as a hint and I leave. I drive to the YMCA camp and am faced with a stapled packet of paperwork I’m told I have to complete. I comment that it seems to be a lot for a one-day program but am told that it’s actually a two-week program. We have brought nothing with us (extra clothes, etc.) so I say we are unprepared for this and I’m not sure if I want him to stay for two weeks, but my son is excited. I’m told I can drop some things off for him later.