Monday night my brother came to me in a dream. I was back at my step-mom's house in Clearwater, Florida. I had just walked into the kitchen and sitting at the end of the bar was my brother. I just stopped and was staring at him with my mouth open. A huge feeling of hope/rejoice washed over me. I was in a state of disbelief.
I guess I was starring for quite sometime because my brother finally asked what I was looking at. I tried to talk but I kept stuttering. I was trying to say that I thought he was dead but I was wrong! And that I was so happy he was really alive! My brother kept saying my name. It sounded all muffled.
While all this is happening, I am watching my brother slowly grow up right before my eyes. (If you have ever saw Michael Jackson's video "Black White" it was kind of like that. One person would sort of melt into the next person.) My brother stopped "changing" when he reached what appeared to be a young man in his 20's.
At this point the rest of the family is now in the kitchen with us. I can hear everyone trying to talk to me but again the voices are muffled. I am still trying to talk to my brother when the young man says that he is really someone else and that he is sorry that I thought he was my brother. The feeling I had then was the same feeling that I had when I found out my brother was dead. Then I remember feeling faint and passing out.
I can't begin to tell you how real the dream felt. I am sure that I was crying in my sleep. I have not been able to stop thinking about it. It was the first time since my brother's death that I had a clear picture of him in my mind.
The last time I saw my brother was the night before he died. My family and I were hanging out in the kitchen talking after dinner.
I can't get over how real that dream felt.
Later that same night I had a dream that my biological father was coming after myself and my family in Florida. My biological father was trying to kill all of us. He ended up shooting me, my step-mom's husband and my sister Makayla. I was shot in the hip and I woke up just as he shot me in the shoulder.
Monday night I did not get a restful nights sleep.
12 years ago
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i dream about my grandparents fairly often. i hate that unsettled feeling it leaves me with. and the way you just can't shake it. *sigh* brings it all right back again doesn't it?
I had a dream about my mother a few months after she passed. The dream also felt so real. In my dream of course she was already dead. I had gone outside to check up on her van. It was gone. Next thing I know my uncle pulls up in his car and she was in it. I was just staring at her like you were with your brother..and I started to cry hysterically..she hugged me and told me that I was ok. I too felt I was crying in my sleep. When I woke up I wanted to fall right back to sleep to continue with my dream..but I couldnt.
Sometimes those dreams are like little gifts; they may be painful, but I like to believe that it's our loved one's way of staying with us.
They sure do stay with you when they seem so real.
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