A dream of my uncle.

The other week I dreamnt:

I am in a room and am sitting down at a table, and my maternal uncle is standing above me, and he's a bit thinner and a bit younger and his hair is darker, and he's leaning in over me and is unnaturally in-my-face and aggressive.

From what he's saying, I find out that he's taken a post-retirement job as a union buster, and he's trying to call me out for my unthinking support of unions, and to justify himself.

. . .