Mike Dooley
27th June 2008, 04:32 AM
It's been exactly two weeks to the day now since I had this dream about my brother. I had a dream that he was injured. I just shrugged it off as one of those dreams that really don't mean anything. Well the next night rolls around and I have another dream about him. In this dream, my brother is on his death bed. I knew then that something was up. Usually though when I have a dream like this, I am usually the one in the dream, and it happens in real lfe to someone else.
Last Wednesday, I get a call from my Mom that my brother is sick. I figured that that was it, and nothing more. Sunday comes along, and I get an e-mail from my Mom saying that she is on her way up, and my brother has been admitted to the TCU ward at the hospital. No sooner than my Mom gets to the room, and my brother goes into cardiac arrest. Monday comes and goes, nothing major to report. My Mom stops down Tuesday, and gives me a heads up before she heads home. She says that he is real bad off. I get kinda worried, and don't know what to do. My brother and I have always been at odds with one another, so I really don't want to go see him. A friend of mine comes over and realizes what's going on, so we do a little partying. We get done and I'm kind of trashed, so I go in onto my bed to sleep it off for a while. When what appears in the window, is my brother's face in the leaves of the tree outside. Now that is pretty strange. i mark it up to being intoxicated, and pass out for a while. I wake up, and am in a better frame of mind. I get up, go to the restroom, and come back to my bed. I look outside, and his face is still there in the leaves. I knew then that I had to put my feelings aside, and go see him. When I get there, he looks two steps away from deaths door. He has some sort of infection, and they have him on pain meds and an antibiotic drip. He looks exactly how he did in my dream. He lays there for a while and finally wakes up. He is pretty close to being dead, and all's he can do is run his mouth about this, that, and everything in between. So I stay for a while, and politely excuse myself. Well now the call comes in today that they are putting in a pick line, and calling in an infectious disease expert. The doctors can't figure out what he has. I can name a few things, but that would get me banned.
I hate this thing of mine sometimes, because I am usually left with that same old feeling. Usually my premonitions are about someone that I care about, but now I am at a loss for words.
What is really strange is that my great uncle just died 2 1/2 weeks ago.
Last Wednesday, I get a call from my Mom that my brother is sick. I figured that that was it, and nothing more. Sunday comes along, and I get an e-mail from my Mom saying that she is on her way up, and my brother has been admitted to the TCU ward at the hospital. No sooner than my Mom gets to the room, and my brother goes into cardiac arrest. Monday comes and goes, nothing major to report. My Mom stops down Tuesday, and gives me a heads up before she heads home. She says that he is real bad off. I get kinda worried, and don't know what to do. My brother and I have always been at odds with one another, so I really don't want to go see him. A friend of mine comes over and realizes what's going on, so we do a little partying. We get done and I'm kind of trashed, so I go in onto my bed to sleep it off for a while. When what appears in the window, is my brother's face in the leaves of the tree outside. Now that is pretty strange. i mark it up to being intoxicated, and pass out for a while. I wake up, and am in a better frame of mind. I get up, go to the restroom, and come back to my bed. I look outside, and his face is still there in the leaves. I knew then that I had to put my feelings aside, and go see him. When I get there, he looks two steps away from deaths door. He has some sort of infection, and they have him on pain meds and an antibiotic drip. He looks exactly how he did in my dream. He lays there for a while and finally wakes up. He is pretty close to being dead, and all's he can do is run his mouth about this, that, and everything in between. So I stay for a while, and politely excuse myself. Well now the call comes in today that they are putting in a pick line, and calling in an infectious disease expert. The doctors can't figure out what he has. I can name a few things, but that would get me banned.
I hate this thing of mine sometimes, because I am usually left with that same old feeling. Usually my premonitions are about someone that I care about, but now I am at a loss for words.
What is really strange is that my great uncle just died 2 1/2 weeks ago.