Vaccaro

Vaccaro

I sat straight up in my bed and ran my hand down my face. I had been having that same dream now for almost three weeks. It starts with my Uncle Vincent and me walking in town. We run into a very pretty woman, and she and my uncle have a fight. It then jumps to him and me as we sneak into a house that I have never seen. The same woman is there. Again they fight, and she leaves into another room. I hear a door slam, and my uncle follows her. I hear screaming and crying, and then my uncle walks out, and we leave. I have no reason for me to keep having this dream. My uncle has been dead now for close to 500 years. He challenged my father for the throne and lost. I have no idea who this woman is, but she looks like one of the fae. I get up and walk into my bathroom. I turn on the shower and climb in. I am going to talk to my parents about this dream. Maybe they know something.

“So this dream includes your uncle?’ Dad asks.

“Yes, the two of us are in town when we