I had the weirdest dream the other night. I definitely woke up with confusion for a few minutes after that, and I think I was dripping in sweat actually. In this dream, I apparently lived back at my mom's house for some reason. I think I might have been younger in this dream, maybe. My friend, Rene, was dropping me off back home. I was sitting in his truck and this other car pulls up. I walk up to it and it's my brother in the passenger seat (my brother, Brandon, not the one that passed). He was FUCKED UP, like drunk or something. He was barely coherent and had a 40 in his hand. It was the weirdest sight to see. Anyways, in the dream, I get my brother out the car and I get this feeling that these dudes he was with were the ones behind his current state. I think they drugged my brother and got him drunk on purpose. I don't know how I knew all of this but this is dream logic so anything is possible. So, there were 2 guys and Rene gets my brother in the house and I grab my baton out of my car and I fling it open with full force. I start cussing the guys out telling them to "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!!!" and try to kick their asses, swinging the baton at them. I was so pissed off. I don't think I had ever felt this upset within an actual dream before. Then, eventually, Rene pulls me back and is telling me to calm down and I'm yelling at him, saying "NO, FUCK THAT! THEY GOT MY BROTHER FUCKED UP!!!" It was horrible. I just kind of snapped out of it and woke up and I just wanted to call my brother to make sure he was okay. I didn't though because he would have thought I was crazy or something but I am glad that damn dream is over.
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