It wasn't really a dream, but more of a nightmare. It was reoccurring for 2-3 years, I had it every night, It was so vivid, I began to get really weird sleeping habits, and stay up all night, and then crash the next night, so I wouldn't be able to remember dreaming.
I would be sitting in the living room, working on school work. Kyle would be playing in the kitchen beside me, having a good time, laughing and giggling at something. He then suddenly stopped, stood up, and looked down the hallway before dashing off. I didn't think much of it until a few minutes later when I heard a blood curdling scream. I got up and ran down the hall, as the scream echoes off the walls, open the door leading to the basement, and ran down. Once I get downstairs, the basement turned to a long hallway with a single white light, I walk towards it, as I get closer I notice blood splatters all over the wall, and then I look beyond the white light, and see Kyle laying face down, a pool of blood surrounding him. I begin to run towards him, trip, and just as I'm about to hit the ground I jolt awake....
I hated those dreams... I love my brother, and the idea of him being injured was terrifying.
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