brinshannara

Last night, I probably had the worst nightmare I've had in months.

I dreamt my brother died.

And then somehow was able to go back in time and try to make him not go to the place that got him killed, and so after spending the first half of my dream sobbing, like huge, wracking sobs, I spent the next half of the dream begging and pleading with my brother not to go to my friend MG's son's... birthday party? Or something like that. It was definitely all tied up with MG, because she and all her friends were ... in the dream, or I was expecting to see them.

I know I managed to change the course of events, from my side anyways, but I woke up before I knew if my brother was going to be safe.

I know, logically, that I dreamt that because I was thinking about my Nana yesterday. But it doesn't change the fact that I would be flat-out devastated if my brother died. As I imagine anyone would be. It's just not something you expect to happen, 'cause they're around your age. Your grandparents, your parents, okay. One day, you will probably out-live them. But not your siblings.

Blah, heavy thoughts for a Tuesday.