I had a couple of younger brothers in this dream. One was around fifteen and the other was either fourteen, thirteen or twelve. Alexis was there too but she played
a very minor role in the dream. We had no parents for reasons unknown, it's a dream so who gives a damn.
Anyway we were all super close, like peas in a pod. As the eldest, I took care of them and loved them as a mother, especially the youngest brother. I bonded with
him the most . For right now I'll name him Michael and the eldest brother Daniel because I don't remember them... Michael was my pride and joy of a dream brother.
It's too bad he doesn't exist (I adore Lu but I would love a
brother too) . He started happy at the beginning of the dream but as it went on he seemed sadder and sadder.
At one point, were all in the living room and Michael excused himself. He seemed very sad, more than usual. David Alexis and I were sitting and talking some more
and Michael didn't show back up for a while. We started questioning where he went so we looked for him. My house isn't too big so Daniel went downstairs and I looked
around the hallways. Alexis stayed in the living room because there as no point in having her assistance. As I looked in the bedroom I heard sobs and coughs coming from
I approached it and opened the door and found Michael, in a state I can't get out of my head. He was in the tub, sitting, curled up and shaky, blood covering him from head
to toe. He'd been cutting. His body was full of scratches and his eyes were of tears. He looked up at me with his cold terrified eyes, his breath was shaking nonstop. I stared at
him stunned at what happened. I asked him why he did that because it stabbed my heart to see him like that. He replied that he didn't want to live; that he wanted the horrible
life of his to end. I couldn't understand why because he seemed so happy in that dream life. I was about to put my hand on his shoulder but then I heard Daniel and Alexis run
towards the washroom.
Alexis' head poked in but didn't see anything because I shooed her off. I didn't want her seeing Michael like that. Then Daniel came in. I tried to ask him to leave just in case
he would say something that would trigger Michael to do the unthinkable. He promised he wouldn't and I trusted him because I knew Daniel never broke his promises. We both
tried convincing him to come out, and that we'll make him feel better about his life. He started to look like he finally believed us... He started turning and that's when I saw him
holding a long plastic sheet, like something you'd see in a meat shop. He started to stand as if to climb out and I extended my arms to him.
He started out of the tub and knew he was going to climb out
but suddenly he shifted from happy to sad again, the dream changed ! He brought his foot back into the tub,
looked around with unsettled eyes. It's as if he forgot about him cutting and waking up to the blood. He looked at me and Daniel in such rage.. He screamed at us, and with the
plastic sheet tied around his wrist, threw the sheet over the shower rod, from outside to in, and wrapped it around his face and neck. He pulled his hand on which the sheet was
tied and stuck it in his pocket so it wouldn't come out... He had suffocated and hung himself right in front of us...
We quickly pulled him down and I held him in my arms, crying. I tried to find a crease in the plastic so I could get it off while Daniel went and called 911. I finally found a
crease so I ripped the plastic off of him! But it was too late. As I removed the plastic, Michaels eyes were shut and he opened them slightly saying with his final breath: "Why can't you just let me die?"
And he shut them. I stared blankly at his body and shook him calling his name; calling him my baby boy. He wouldn't awaken. I just sat there in shock holding my dead bloody brother in my arms... And that's when I woke up.
i can never dream normally :/