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Watched some sort of dark video simulation of something. Something that explained UFOs and something else. Sitting on couch downstairs with brother and mom, mom somehow explains that that is the cause of her fear of flying, and so that she will kill herself at 5pm. I can’t remember what causes her to say this, but she says, “you know I only say these diet tips to help you right?” and something about how she doesn’t necessarily think I need them, just that she wants to help me. I’m depressed about the 5pm thing, and seeing that it’s 11am, I decide I’m gonna go cry and take a nap. I get upstairs to my room which is dark, and when I get inside there is a kitten already lying on the bed, and another has just lay down. There is an intolerable stench of pee and feces, and I look to see that the cat is leaking a puddle of pee and poo onto the bed. I’m disgusted and angry and go to open the balcony door with my cat at my feet. When I open the curtain, however, there is a duplicate sitting outside waiting to come in. The cat at my feet tries to make sure I don’t open the door and tries to warn me of the imposter, but then I am forced to think that perhaps the one at my feet is the imposter. I can’t really remember the rest but it’s me trying to figure out an explanation as to which is the real cat. Disturbed and frightened and kinda panicked.

My little brother had died in my dream. He was getting ready to go off to college but somethin g happened, im not sure how he died. But my parents told me in my dream and I was crushed. I felt this huge weight descend upon me and I was overwhelmed. I thought I was on the couch but when I looked up, I was standing by the huge window in our living room. I watched as our van drove away like it had when my 1 year old foster brother went back to his father. I couldn't breathe because I was so sad and angry this was happening....again. An old, beat up green truck (a truck my brother would have loved) was backing into our drive way. I heard my sister say, "someone's here" and when I looked into the reflection in the glass I saw my friend that passed away a year ago.I said quietly "Derek? Why are you here? What does this mean?" I remember being so sad, words just fail to describe it. But Derek lowered his head and shook it as he put a hand on my shoulder. My parents looked at me with their tear filled eyes like I was crazy. I went to the door, it felt like it took forever, but as I did all my memories of my brother flooded me. I finally reach the door and it's a little boy with his back turned to me. I place my hand on his shoulder to turn him toward as me. As I turn h i m, he morphhs into my 6 foot tall brother: he was crying and smiling, brushing this all off like would in a joke. "Please, please dont leave! I love you. Please don't go." He hands me a dish with food, smiles, hugs me and leaves for the truck. Derek comes out and again places his hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be ok." He whispers in my ear. Derek hugs me and then gets in the truck with my brother. I'm left on the porch, darkness descends upon me and I cry. Because I dont want to be ok, I want them all back. My brothers....When I went back inside, my parents ashed me to write his obituary but I could with that face starring back at me because once I write it, he's really gone. My brother really would be gone. And that's when I woke up crying because it felt too real to be a dream.

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