Four nights in a row; with last night being the worst , I have been dreaming of my dad and my brother . All the loss of loved ones in my family, and these two people return time and time again .
This morning I awoke to soaked eye lashes. I remembered the dream, piece by piece . The scary thing was I was somehow dying also.
My pulse and heart rate was so soft I could barely feel it. My body felt like it was some where else but my spirit was here. I had dreamed my brother had passed on and anyone and everyone was coming to the viewing.
I never saw my brother in the dream, but I knew it was him. I recognized most of the people who came to pay their respect. The viewing seemed to go on forever .
After the funeral home closed the doors, I saw my father humped over in a church pew. He was seemingly praying. I walked over to hold him and started sobbing, clinging to the one person I had left . He didn’t respond, and when I turned his face towards me to see what was wrong, he was dead.
Why are these wild dreams happening to me constantly ?
Who I am 