A Bad Dream

It happened at 2:00 AM this morning. It was about my brother.

This was one of those weird dreams. In my dream I was asleep and was dreaming of something else. This sub-dream was about me and my brother going to a church on a hill. Although I have never seen that church before, it looked familiar but there was something different about it. It was very old and was surrounded by ruins like that of the chittorgarh or the arch of the septimius.

Then an old man came and put his hand around my brother's shoulder and walked with him -- away from me. From that moment, I kinda knew it was only a dream and for some reason I knew what it was all about. My brother knew what was happening too. He came to me and told me that he was sick; that whenever he coughs his head starts to feel pain and his face starts to feel cold -- like ice; that he will soon be leaving us; and that this old man will show him the way to the next life.

Then the sub-dream was over. I woke up and looked for my brother. He was supposed to be sleeping next to me but he was gone. Then I saw him rushing down a hallway towards the bathroom. He was dragging his right leg because he couldn't bend his right knee. I saw my mom, woke her up, and told her what was happening. She ran after my brother and I followed her. But she was slow. I was pushing her forward when I realized -- she wasn't my mother. This lady had a long blond hair.

My brother collapsed in the bathroom but I was able to catch him before he fell onto the bathtub. I carried him outside and asked for help. I was crying and screming but nobody could hear me. I found a white guy sitting outside, next to the door, but didn't do anything. No-one could hear me so I yelled out louder and tried to punch the wall to get more attention.

Then, someone came -- my wife. She heard me moan so she woke me up.

I thanked God when it was over and that it was only a dream..... But my heart was pounding hard and I couldn't breath for a while.