I had the second worst dream I've ever had last night. It was so bad that I woke up at 4am with actual tears running down the side of my face, and I'm sorry to say that the dream was completely inspired by my own doing. It was really a combination of two things, one being the book that I'm reading now which is basically a Rome & Juliet type tale of love except that it's set in the present day and in New York and involves music. The second factor in the dream is that I have been fighting with my brother for the past two days, and well you'll see when I tell you the dream.
I only remember what equates to about four minutes or so of actual time of the dream itself, but it will probably haunt me for a lot longer than that. I was walking into my house and all my friends were there, not my family just my friends, and they all had these somber looks on their faces. Well, one of my friends approaches me and tells me that my brother is dead and I just lose it. And that's it. That's the extent of the dream. It seemed so real to me that when I woke up I had to go peek into my brothers room to make sure he was still there. He was and I breathed a sigh of relief.
The dream also made up my mind that I need to apologize to my brother and just let it go. It was a series of misunderstandings and in all reality it means nothing. Man, that was one fucked up dream let me tell you. Just writing about it is giving me chills.
I only remember what equates to about four minutes or so of actual time of the dream itself, but it will probably haunt me for a lot longer than that. I was walking into my house and all my friends were there, not my family just my friends, and they all had these somber looks on their faces. Well, one of my friends approaches me and tells me that my brother is dead and I just lose it. And that's it. That's the extent of the dream. It seemed so real to me that when I woke up I had to go peek into my brothers room to make sure he was still there. He was and I breathed a sigh of relief.
The dream also made up my mind that I need to apologize to my brother and just let it go. It was a series of misunderstandings and in all reality it means nothing. Man, that was one fucked up dream let me tell you. Just writing about it is giving me chills.