I was sleeping when I was awoken by my brother coming into my room and lying on the bed. I asked him what he was doing but he didn’t respond. I poked him and asked him again. He seemed to be dead. I freaked out. I tried to yell, “Get out” but my mouth wouldn’t move. I could only breath out hard trying to make my lips move.
He finally got up and walked over the to corner of the room like a zombie and stood nose to the wall. He still wouldn’t respond or move and I couldn’t speak or yell. I finally woke up and immediately turned on the lamp to make sure it wasn’t real. Of course he wasn’t in the room with me. I live alone.
I sure have a lot of dreams about my brother being dead. I wonder what it means. I barely know him and hardly ever see him. This is the third one that I have blogged about. Very weird.