So, I had an extra vivid dream about my little brother the other morning. I'll get on with the dream and go from there.
It starts in a sort of a place for recovering addicts or victims of past traumas. It's night and inside the building is dim as well. My brother and I are there as counselors. Suddenly we are standing outside speaking to one another. I openly question our intentions there. As to suggest that what we're doing, though nice enough on the outside looking in, is really more in our interest than the people we're there to help. Anyways, he seems angered by this and begins to run away. I chase after him. I am confident in my ability to catch up to him, but after what seemed to be minutes of sprinting and not gaining any ground he begins to pull away. Reluctantly, I cease the chase and head up a hill as to be able to see where he may be headed. It seems he is aware that I am no longer trailing him and he does a 180 and heads toward the base of the hill where he crosses paths with a farmer and a corpse-like boy. I remember the boy being gray/zombie like. I head inside after them. It seems the farmer and boy have transformed. One into a black man and the other into the horseman of war (from a t.v. series I've watched recently "Sleepy Hollow"). A broad axe is thrown at toward my head and I wake up just before impact. I do not recall my brother's whereabouts while in the barn. The axe was thrown by the horseman.
Much has happened in our respective lives in the past four years and even more so in recent months. He became a father to a little girl in October of last year, a month after I became father to twin boys. Her mother died due to complication from the delivery, a severe blood infection.
Also, I've been gone from this site for some time. My fiance, the mother of our boys, is a black woman. I thought that might have something to do with the black man in the dream. A month before she delivered I took a new job at a local accounting firm. I was fired in early February. I felt it was unjust, but I've been able to move on rather quickly from that. Now, she is back to working nights at the factory and I take care of the twins and her two other children during the day. A daughter, 3 and son, 7.