Uncle Bill

Date: 4/27/2019

In the dream, it was summer, and my family and I visited Canada for the first time. I was super excited to be in another country and couldn’t believe I was actually there. Uncle Bill has relatives in Montreal, so we stayed there. The next day, Uncle Bill took us on a sightseeing trip to a French immersed city two hours away. When we arrived there, there were historic buildings and castles everywhere. I was amazed at the scenery. It was a nice sunny day as my family and I walked on the cobblestone streets. We saw many tourists who were walking and taking pictures as well. We then stopped at a French restaurant and the hostess greeted us with “Bonjour!” I learned a little French from studying vocal pieces in school, so I attempted to speak French to her but the words weren’t coming out. She spoke English with me instead, although she had a heavy accent. She sat us to a table and ironically she knew my Uncle Bill. She sat down with us at the booth. She had dark brown, choppy short hair with side bangs, a red v-neck dress with little white bow ties printed on it, she was olive skinned and had lots of beauty marks, and she was carrying a round basket weaved purse. She was telling me everything the city we were in had to offer, and how it is a cultural melting pot. She was telling me specifically that since I loved Canada so much that I should visit again next summer and stay with her and Uncle Bill in their new apartment. She told me that she would take me to a peninsular town on the eastern shore of the region. I I told her I knew where it was from viewing picture of the place on Instagram and I would love to visit there. Apparently, she and Uncle Bill bought a new apartment that was five minutes away from the restaurant we were at. While we were waiting for our meals we all were suddenly in the woman and Uncle Bill’s new apartment. It was cramped and small. She was showing us all the rooms. The bathrooms, bedrooms, and living room areas all had shades of brown for the wall and furniture. There was white tile in the kitchen. I went to the bathroom and the toilet was directly in front of her bedroom. I felt like I lacked privacy as I could only close the door halfway shut. Then I woke up