Dreams

I hate when you have a dream that's so real you wake up and believe it. Then a few seconds later reality hits.  Right before my grandmother died my mom would dream about her Dad that had passed away.  I dreamed last night of Uncle Myron.  I dreamed he was alive and ended up in the hospital the same time Mom did.  I dreamed he had a stroke instead of the cancer he died of.  I also dreamed I was there visiting with him.  It was the winter time because he commented on the snow.  I dreamed I was spending time with him before he left.  He was calming me down and stroking my hair.  I woke up and instantly thought I better call my uncle to tell him about the dream.  Then, reality hit. He's been dead for over 8 years now.  My heart hurt.  I got scared too.  Like I said, my family starts having dreams of the dead before someone goes away.  I have a feeling her time is in the winter.  I hope to God I'm wrong.  Needless to say that's been a cloud hanging over my head all day.  I don't know if I'll ever be able to shake it.  I cried this morning not only for my mom but for missing my uncle as well.  And life goes on doesn't it?  But at what quality?