Dreams. I don't put too much faith in having my dreams explained with a bunch of pycho-babble. I find they are just the musings of an active imagination. I've been dreaming a lot lately and had one last night. It involved Ian/my brother as a kid and an almost drowning.
So this morning I wrestled with passing a possible omen (which I don't believe in, but...) to my brother (he leaves for San Diego tonight) or say nothing as, like I said I don't put too much stock in it...
I told him. My thinking is if he finds himself in a siltation, he'll know a possible outcome and maybe would do something to prevent that outcome. You know, if he accidentally falls into the water, swims for a minute trying to get out, then goes under (and sinks like a rock I tell you). At this point, I dove in and pulled him out. What I thought was Ian, looked more like my brother as a kid.
I told him. Most likely because of this story: Picture me, freshman year of college. My parents are celebrating, I don't know, maybe me being in college, in Cancun. I get a call late at night or early in the morning from my Dad asking if I was ok. He had a dream I was not and it ate at him. Funny stuff, but me even mentioning it now, brings back on of those moments where you remember every last detail about it... I laughed at him them, it was only a dream right?
So, while I doubt my brother will drown over the holiday season; I told him, maybe because I know I won't be there to pull him out...
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