In my dream, my mom, my brother and I were sitting down in our basement talking. My brother complained about having a headache, so he put his head down on the table. Well, a minute later, i dont remember who, but someone said that he was dead. I was completely shocked, in denial really. But he was put in a suit and a casket. Which oddley was sitting in our basement. I didnt cry though. I just stood there looking at his body in the coffin. Then it hit me that he was really gone, and how much i needed him. So i went upstairs and changed into some different clothes. When i went back downstairs, my brother was standing there. He had come back from the dead. I was so glad he was back, I gave him a hug and told him i loved him. (which i really rare for us). But we went outside and i started the car, we were gonna go do something for my mom. He got in with me and i turned the car around. I went to tell him something, and he was gone. Dead and barried. How it changed my life:It hasn't really. I'm seriously starting to think I am a psychotic freak though.
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