"I dreamt that my brother was dead."
He sat straight up in bed, suddenly awake. "So did I."
I looked at him. "How did he die?"
"He was shot."
I sat down on the bed with him, put a hand on his shoulder, kissed him. "I have to go to work," I said.
"How did he die in your dream?" he asked.
"I don't know. He was killed in the line of duty. I don't know any more than that."
..............
I'm in a bad mood. It's not the first time that I've dreamed about the death of someone I love, and I know it won't be the last time. But dreams like that just make me think about all of the fucked-up, terrible dreams I've had over the years. The ones that are much, much, much worse than the one I had last night. You wouldn't think that there COULD be a dream much worse than that of my little brother, a 22-year-old rookie cop, being murdered...but there are. Oh, yes.
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I didn't know you had nightmares. I do too. They're very gory and bloody and I wake up and feel sick because there was such violence all night. :( Maybe we need to start a nightmare support group. Have you called your brother today?
On the scale of bad dreams, last night's dream ranked at Merely Unpleasant. The ones I truly consider to be nightmares are much more awful, and not because they are gory. They aren't. They're just...sick.
Marcus texted him this morning and he texted back. He's fine.
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Dreaming that a family member has died are the only dreams from which I wake up crying.
I work in law enforcement (civilian) and my boyfriend will likely be entering academy in the next six months so I understand the worry that comes with having those you love in law enforcement. I'm thankful to hear your brother is okay. Hopefully your day got better!
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