A couple weeks ago I was really upset about my brother leaving for school to Alabama (because I hardly saw him this summer). So I had this wicked dream that shook me to the bone. I dreamt my brother died and his spirit was talking to me in my dream. It was SO REAL that I woke up in a cold sweat and I actually had tears running down my face. I know what I can relate it to: my fears of my brother leaving and our relationship dying. But it was very scary.
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