4 Sep 2024
Dream
I was visiting Paris with my family, but I had gone off to explore on my own. The sky was all pinks and oranges and as I walked on a bridge over the Seine it was so picturesque. At a gathering for some kind of public figure, maybe a comedian or motivational speaker, a member of my family had gone missing and was up on top of a hill. He was a little boy at the beginning of the dream, but when he came back he was a young man.
The crowd, led by the speaker, sang The Battle Hymn of the Republic to draw the boy back to us, and eventually he came back. The crowd swarmed the speaker in gratitude but I was confused because I didn’t think I had a brother. People kept telling me I did, and I felt guilty that I didn’t remember him. I especially didn’t think he was because he was much darker-complexioned than I am. I said, “well, I’m going to whoop his ass anyway, even if he’s not my brother!”
As we walked with him back towards our living quarters, I expressed my confusion to him. He seemed sheepish and embrassed about the whole ordeal. I understood that he had been suicidal, so I pulled him close and asked him if he still was. It seemed that he was okay now. Suddenly I realized that he and I had the same olive complexion and a huge, curly reddish afro. He was definitely my brother after all. At the end of the dream, the family sat around playing video games on their respective phones.
