I just had the most distressing nightmare of my life.
TT_TT It was so real
My brother (A) had died. He'd died of "stomach complications" - his stomach had ruptured. But that had been a few weeks before. Mind you, my brother's not ACTUALLY dead. Which is why this was so distressing.
But the dream was in my house. We had a lot of family over. Laughing, talking, cooking. I was in the kitchen helping out. Then I saw my brother at the door. But he was supposed to be dead. He was looking at me, but not quite. Like his focus was wavering. I turned around. My grandmother was standing there. (My grandmother is actually dead.) Grandma said to A, "You aren't supposed to be here." My brother replied, "I know," with an insinuated, "unfinished business". I knew my aunts and uncles were asking if I was okay - I was on the verge of tears (yes in the dream).
A had left the kitchen, and I ran after him, to the stairwell. I hugged him. He was real. Or at least I could touch him. I hugged him and I cried. My little brother (K) was at the top of the stairwell. He was frozen, and I knew he could see A. I asked A not to leave, said that K needed him, that I needed him. I was crying.
No really, I was crying. My tears had woken me up.
My brother (A) had died. He'd died of "stomach complications" - his stomach had ruptured. But that had been a few weeks before. Mind you, my brother's not ACTUALLY dead. Which is why this was so distressing.
But the dream was in my house. We had a lot of family over. Laughing, talking, cooking. I was in the kitchen helping out. Then I saw my brother at the door. But he was supposed to be dead. He was looking at me, but not quite. Like his focus was wavering. I turned around. My grandmother was standing there. (My grandmother is actually dead.) Grandma said to A, "You aren't supposed to be here." My brother replied, "I know," with an insinuated, "unfinished business". I knew my aunts and uncles were asking if I was okay - I was on the verge of tears (yes in the dream).
A had left the kitchen, and I ran after him, to the stairwell. I hugged him. He was real. Or at least I could touch him. I hugged him and I cried. My little brother (K) was at the top of the stairwell. He was frozen, and I knew he could see A. I asked A not to leave, said that K needed him, that I needed him. I was crying.
No really, I was crying. My tears had woken me up.