In another dream where my father taught me a great lesson he took me into the house that I grew up in suburban Chicago. He took me into the kitchen, which was loaded with boxes. Boxes were everywhere throughout the kitchen and dining area. Every square inch of the room was covered, except for the small area in which we stood. My dad told me to arrange to have all the boxes moved to Utah where I now lived. I complained to my dad “Why do I have to take all this stuff with me,” and he said simply “well, it is your stuff.” He told me to look through the boxes and see if I could sort a few things out and get rid of some stuff so I would have less to take. Each box I opened had more of the same, old dusty tattered books, broken dishes and cups, dirty dolls and toys, each box was filled with junk and garbage. I went over to my dad in the hands on my hips and said “why in the world do I want this stuff, why would I want to pay all the costs and take this junk with me.” My dad said “Exactly”. ”Exactly”, I said. What are you talking about?” I chided. My dad explained to me that I had a mission to fulfill, a purpose, and I had to fill with knowledge and greatness in order to share it with others. He said I am carrying around too much junk and I am so filled with metaphorical junk and all the hurts from my past and childhood that there was no room for the new, for the great, for the good. I had to clear out the old junk and get rid of it and get over it. He said “forgive all those that hurt you, forget all that has no need of remembering and move on with your life, get rid of the junk and the hurt and fill with the good and the great.” I thought about that dream for days and made list of all the hurt I was carrying around, all the childhood pains, and unfulfilled desires and wants, all the things I could not go back and change. I cried for hours letting go, forgiving, and releasing, so that I could fulfill my purpose here.