posted on Jun, 13 2012 @ 02:38 PM
I really don't know how to go about writing this all out, as the only post I've ever authored was my intro post...lol. But I'm going to give it a
shot. Please bear with me, folks.
Okay, a little background info: I'm a 34 year old woman and I have a brother who is almost 30. Our parents live in a small town about 30 minutes
away from where I live. My brother is a problem-child; he has a prescription pain pill problem and is an all-around abusive guy. My entire family is
afraid of him. He had lost his job last winter and moved back home with the parents, but got so out of hand and became so abusive towards my mother
that she had the police help remove him from her home this last spring. My grandmother gave him the money to move to Florida (we are all located in
Oklahoma) just to get him to go away. He went. We all breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Please understand, it's not that we hate him or even dislike him. We dislike what his addiction has done to him and the person he has become as a
result of it.
So, he has been in Florida looking for a job and staying with friends for a few months, things have settled back down here at home and all seems to be
going well on all fronts. Then, last Wednesday night I had a dream. In my dream, I was standing on my back patio looking out on the wooded field
beyond my back yard. As I'm looking, my brother comes into view between the trees. He is dragging his right leg as if it is not working. So he is
moving towards me with this sickening lurching motion (I don't know how else to put it) and his eyes are locked on my house and me standing there on
the patio. The look on his face is the most terrifying and horrifying part. He looks terrible....it is a look of determination and fury and
unbridled insanity. I can't think of a better way to describe it. That look was so menacing and it made my insides go absolutely cold.
Then I woke up in a cold sweat with my heart racing. End of dream. I would also like to mention here that this was the first dream I've ever had
where I was actually aware that I was dreaming; even though I was experiencing the dream and all of the emotions that came with it, on some level I
also knew that I was in my bed. It was almost like hovering between dreaming and awake. This is also the first dream I've had in years that I have
But this is where it gets interesting. My mom arrived at my house a couple of hours later, as she was watching my son for the day while I went to
work. Now, she had given my brother a cell phone when he lost his job and could no longer afford one. He is still using it and she is still paying
the bill. She can activate the gps on the phone and track where the phone is at all times. I told her about the dream that morning when she arrived
and we both wrote it off as just a case of me being afraid of him. But that same evening when she went home, she checked the gps on his phone
and....he had just arrived back in Oklahoma.
I don't really know what to think about all this. I'm not sure if this was just a strange coincidence or if it's something more. It has also
crossed my mind that this dream of his return and his actual return is simply a result of some sort of blood bond/sibling connection type of thing...
Anybody have any ideas?
Thanks in advance