My brother, who is 20 years of age, has always been emotional. He speaks his mind all the time and that's what I admire most about him. He's cheerful but frank, even to the point of tactlessness sometimes. A sister like me can only wish to get along with him so well. Yes, we fight on occasions and argue about random things regularly. But the fact remains, he's my brother and I love him to the bones.
Just this morning, I was awakened by his voice calling out my name. In a split of a second, he walked up to me and hugged me tight. I was clueless and hugged him back. I waited for him to talk. In a shaky voice, he said that he's just had a bad dream. In it, a ship had sunk and I'm one of the casualties. Even if he learned later that it was just a dream, he still got affected. He cried hard and I watched silently as he let go of his emotions.
He said he couldn't afford to lose me. That he loves me so much. That the idea of me dying has never crossed his mind. That he still cannot be the breadwinner of the family just yet. He was so emotional that I cried with him. Somehow, I can relate to how he felt that time. I did everything to my power to console him. I said it was okay and it was all going to be fine. That I'm not dying anytime soon. I assured him also that what happens in dreams are usually the opposite of what's going to happen in the future. Minutes later, he felt relieved and went about his business for the day.
My brother must really love me. I was moved.
It was only a bad dream, I know. But the more I thought of it, the more I got anxious. Suddenly, I thought about my own death and how it could affect my family and possibly all the people who value me. Then I realized I'm not dying soon. Or so I believe. To calm myself, I said a little prayer before leaving the house for work.
Have you ever had a bad dream? If yes, did you get affected by it?
Just this morning, I was awakened by his voice calling out my name. In a split of a second, he walked up to me and hugged me tight. I was clueless and hugged him back. I waited for him to talk. In a shaky voice, he said that he's just had a bad dream. In it, a ship had sunk and I'm one of the casualties. Even if he learned later that it was just a dream, he still got affected. He cried hard and I watched silently as he let go of his emotions.
He said he couldn't afford to lose me. That he loves me so much. That the idea of me dying has never crossed his mind. That he still cannot be the breadwinner of the family just yet. He was so emotional that I cried with him. Somehow, I can relate to how he felt that time. I did everything to my power to console him. I said it was okay and it was all going to be fine. That I'm not dying anytime soon. I assured him also that what happens in dreams are usually the opposite of what's going to happen in the future. Minutes later, he felt relieved and went about his business for the day.
My brother must really love me. I was moved.
It was only a bad dream, I know. But the more I thought of it, the more I got anxious. Suddenly, I thought about my own death and how it could affect my family and possibly all the people who value me. Then I realized I'm not dying soon. Or so I believe. To calm myself, I said a little prayer before leaving the house for work.
Have you ever had a bad dream? If yes, did you get affected by it?
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