I felt alone again, I went in to the store, and I was working there at the time. I was getting ready to begin my shift, but I realized I was a cashier. And it came with complex responsibilities, and I wasn’t quite in the mood to work. I went towards the back of the store by the meat department and where the deli section would be and was making jokes amongst my fellow co-workers. I remember hiding from all of my bosses and avoiding the time. I was way late. I remember thinking about my brother Rob and closing my eyes to erase him out of my memory.
A girl with long black hair walked outside to the right of the parking lot, I walked out toward the left where I last left my brother. I was determined to be the one who found him first where I had left him, dead or alive. The girl comes screaming back in screaming, “He’s dead, he’s dead, oh my god he’s dead!” at this point she was speechless and out of breath. Her cold pale face was whiter than ever. I was following her acting surprised saying, “whose dead, who died” she ignored me and kept walking. I kept asking who had died she refused to answer me.
Finally she looked me in the eyes; her eyes turned pitch black and whispered, “your brother.” Instantly I broke down and started crying hysterically. I could not speak. I got the same heart sinking down into my chest feeling I did the night before in my dreams. I saw my boss and the words, “I can’t work tonight” wouldn’t come out. A man behind him must of known me and told him my brother just died. Rob’s body was lying in a shopping cart, dead lifeless. I didn’t understand why he wanted to take that road. Why did he want to die? My boss didn’t seem to care I walked off and saw my other brother Tim talking amongst his friends in one of the isles. I turned to him and said, “Rob died” his face transformed so fast, and he broke down crying too.
I was on the phone with my Dad and he seemed some what disappointed that I was upset and he just kept telling me that I t was a part of life and that I needed to calm down. I was confused; I felt guilty, like I committed the murder. I was begging to convince myself that it was I who killed Rob and he didn’t do it out of nowhere. I wanted to take the blame. I was guilty.
Next I was with Sarah I was running through a hotel, there were so many floors I was supposed to explore. I’ve been there before in a past dream I know I have I remembered it. Jessie was there too I kept trying to avoid him but he wouldn’t stop following m e. I was sent my somebody on a mission to the fourteenth floor. The numbers on the elevator kept changing from an eight, to a thirteen, to a G, to weird unknown symbols. Finally, I plied the doors open and it was five feet too high for me to climb out. Finally I was able to open the doors and run out. I was free.