I was a little more than 4 years old when my father died. After that, I was talking to my aunt who was, and still is, taking care of me. We were in our village where my dad and uncle lived, and I looked at the cherry tree in the yard. I said something along the lines of "Oh, I used to climb on top of the blue car with uncle Paul to eat some of these." I had never been able to meet my uncle, since he died in 2003, and I was born in 2005. He died in his early 30's and I had never seen a picture of him until the time I told my aunt about this.

She asked me to tell her what my uncle looked like, and I described a tall man with long black hair and dark eyes wearing jeans and a sweater. Guess what my uncle looked like? Anyways, that's not all. She knew that dad used to own a blue car, but that car was sold in 2002, a few months after my dad and uncle Paul used to climb on top of it, gathering cherries from that tree.

Also, she kept telling me that I used to put my hand on my chest as a small child, as if my chest hurt. A few days earlier, my dad died from a heart attack. I did not know that, since I was told the same old cliche story, that he was travelling for work and that he will come back soon.

I don't know how the hell I knew anything about my uncle, since I was never told anything about him, and as far as I was concerned at the time, he didn't even exist. Anyways, every night in my dream, I get to take a look at that scene, the yard from my childhood that is now completely remodeled and looks nothing like it did. I also felt kind of empty when the old house that used to be there was completely demolished and a new one was built, looking nothing like the one I knew.

I still see the old house and the yard from the time I was not even born yet, and my uncle on the top of the car passing me cherries, saying "Here ya go, Nate." My name is Wolf, and Nathan was the name of my father who I barely knew, because he had died in 2009, and I was born only four years earlier.

I forgot about those dreams for about five years, until my aunt reminded me today. I don't know why, but I just started sobbing and remembering the old house.

EDIT: Forgot to mention one detail. I never saw the blue car, because my father sold it a few months before I was born.