An old dream . . .

(my uncle passed away a week before due to drunk driving)  I'm wandering around my grandma's house. Cold, empty, and there's an erie sound in the air.  My uncle appears among the doorway. "What happened to you?", I say. He says, " I need you to do something for me. Go to my old room, look up in my closet, there you will find a plant. Dig the plant out and underneath within the soil you will find some money that I have been saving. Give it to grandma, this will help her out through this suffering."

I'm typing up a paper on my laptop. Within seconds my computer screen starts tunneling out from the computer along with everything else around it.  I panic. I realize I'm asleep in reality and all this is a dream.  But I can't wake up or move.  I'm helpless.