Then he was you

I had a dream this morning that woke me up. I loaned something to a man. I’m not sure if he was a friend or not. He was going somewhere with me and someone else. Suddenly he hailed a cab and left us without giving me back my thing. I was mad and frustrated because I needed it back. I was complaining to people around me about it. Then there was a sound of happy voices and the man came back and now he was my brother Mike. I hugged him and said, “I love you so much”. I told him that I knew he was alive and that I had dreamed it “4 times last night”.

I truly hope that this doesn’t become a recurring theme. It’s too hard to wake up and be without him again.

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