I had a dream last night I don't think I'll ever forget.
You see, my brother passed away a few months ago from an asthma attack at the age of 36. I've been learning to accept it and trying to move on, but last night a dream re-opened the wound a bit in a good way. I dreamt that he was still alive but he knew and we all knew he was about to die...as if it was a terminal illness he had instead. Him and my wife and I were hanging out one last time the day before he was supposed to die. (we even knew the day of his death in my dream)
He was talking about how he just finished paying off his house mortgage just in time before his death, and he was talking about his life and all the things he wished he would've done. I was just listening the whole time. Then without saying a word, I interrupted him with a hug. He hugged back and we didn't let go for a while. No words were needed, we all knew what the hug was for. I started crying really hard in the middle of this hug and then I woke up. I didn't say a word in this dream. It was just a goodbye hug that I didn't get the chance to give him in real life. I woke up crying as hard as I was in the dream.
My brother shows up in my dreams from time to time. I try not to tell my parents about my dreams of him because that just opens the door to JW propaganda and guilt trips and fairy tales of resurrection. I talk about him, they talk about Jehovah. To me that is WAY off the subject. But oh well, I thought I would share that little experience here. That is one memorable dream I had!