• I had a dream a few nights ago. It was about my brother and I. We stood only a few feet from one another, but to me it seemed as though we were miles apart. I took a step towards him and he went farther away. I took another step and he went even farther. I started to walk towards him and farther he went. I went into a sprint trying to catch up to him, but he seemed to almost teleport away from me. As I stopped to catch my breath, he walked to me and put out his hand in what I still beleive to be his effort to make ammends. I tried to take his hand in mine, but as I did, it turned into dust. I looked him in the eyes and saw my brother turn into nothing more than ashes and dust. I bent down and sifted through the ashes, trying to see through this illusion of my sleeping mind. Any attempt was futile. I kneeled in the ashes of my brother weeping, but felt a light weight on my shoulder. It was my brother, transparent, but I could clearly see it was him. He held out his hand again to me, and I took it in mine. "Why are you leaving me?" I asked him, choking on tears. "I know I am only a burden to you and the family." He said this and only this before he faded from my sight. As I awoke from the dream, I walked into the empty room of the house that once belonged to my brother. I miss him.