Most Disturbing Dream
They say if you die in your dreams you don't wake up. What about if you are already dead in your dream?
I dreamt I was a ghost and so was my brother. As ghosts, we could decide who could still see/hear us and we were sticking around for our father to still see us. Nothing to heavy so far.
I met a few other ghosts. Ran into one kid I met at Hooligan's who didn't know he was dead. This is where what now seems like the comic relief aspect of the dream. I broke the news to him that he was dead, his friends could still see him because he was allowing them to. He didn't believe me at first until I showed him what apparently is the first thing everyone learns when they die, the hokey pokey in sign language. Seems very funny now but it was very serious. I didn't have to say anything, I just started doing it, he started doing it with me and realized I was telling him the truth. He was very distraught as the reality of the situation, I could see it in his eyes as everything that was going on swirled through his mind.
While riding in the car with my brother, my father was talking about how he is going to have to break things off with our step-mother, that they would be getting a divorce (this actually happened 5 years ago). I don't recall what it was but my dad said something that lead me to believe he didn't know about my brother and I being dead.
I've never had to be the one to tell someone their son has passed away. I know know I never want to. I don't know what was worse, having to tell him his son was dead, or watching my dad's reaction to me being dead.
"Rob, does he know?" I whispered to my brother. "Dad, we're, not alive."
What an unsettling dream and awful feeling in my gut.
I dreamt I was a ghost and so was my brother. As ghosts, we could decide who could still see/hear us and we were sticking around for our father to still see us. Nothing to heavy so far.
I met a few other ghosts. Ran into one kid I met at Hooligan's who didn't know he was dead. This is where what now seems like the comic relief aspect of the dream. I broke the news to him that he was dead, his friends could still see him because he was allowing them to. He didn't believe me at first until I showed him what apparently is the first thing everyone learns when they die, the hokey pokey in sign language. Seems very funny now but it was very serious. I didn't have to say anything, I just started doing it, he started doing it with me and realized I was telling him the truth. He was very distraught as the reality of the situation, I could see it in his eyes as everything that was going on swirled through his mind.
While riding in the car with my brother, my father was talking about how he is going to have to break things off with our step-mother, that they would be getting a divorce (this actually happened 5 years ago). I don't recall what it was but my dad said something that lead me to believe he didn't know about my brother and I being dead.
I've never had to be the one to tell someone their son has passed away. I know know I never want to. I don't know what was worse, having to tell him his son was dead, or watching my dad's reaction to me being dead.
"Rob, does he know?" I whispered to my brother. "Dad, we're, not alive."
What an unsettling dream and awful feeling in my gut.