I was living at my Uncle’s house as a favor to my Dad, or at least in the dream this Uncle would take me with him to his job site daily and we would leave together in the mornings in his jeep. Then something changed and I was told that I was no longer welcome. My Uncle pulled me to the side and explained that up until then he was only letting me stay there under the good graces of my Dad, someone that he admired a lot. He told me that everyone at the job site was only tolerating me, that in reality they didn’t like me much.
I was basically being given the “Hey bub, it’s time to move on- find somewhere else to go” routine. So I began straightening up my bed and picking up all my stuff. I remember I was trying to get it to look restored to the way it had been when I moved in.
I picked up things and we talked a while. I had all my stuff picked up and we were on the way to the door to leave, when something he said moved me to tell him, “You know what you remind me a lot of Dad”. He kind of acted pleased to hear it, and said “that’s true”.

Then I woke up. I went to sit up and a huge pain gripped my left side. Nothing disabling but man did it hurt.

Strange. Very strange. It was so clear.