June 16, 2007
So my brother died almost 2 weeks ago, and the dreams have already started. The first dream was me watching his autopsy. I have had that dream about 4 times. Now of course all this morning while Dan was here or sleeping next to me I didn’t have any dreams. Or wake up from any. But of course once he left for work I started having really bad dreams. Don’t be sorry. It’s all Logan’s fault.
Well my first dream was about 5 siblings. They all were taking a nap in the same bed. The youngest one woke up and she was thirsty. So she tried to wake her oldest brother Johnny up. He wouldn’t wake up. She tried to wake her other brothers and sister up, only her sister woke up. After they both realized that their brothers where dead they sat on the bed crying. During this whole dream it’s like I’m just standing there watching. Well two men come in their room and the girls start screaming. The girls don’t know these men. They grab the girls to take them out of the room. They older sister is screaming that they have to stay with their brothers. The man holding the older sister hits her and says “Damn shut up, I have killed 30 other children and their brother or sisters never carried on this much.” I dint know where the men took the girls, but I then somehow end up at the bottom of a set of stairs. There a huge wood door in front of me. All of a sudden someone grabbed my hand. I looked down to see who it was and it was a little girl. She was very pale and her hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in weeks. As I looked at her I saw a mealworm crawl through her hair. She looked up at me and said”go ahead, knock! Call him” so out of my mouth comes “Johnny come out and play!” as some force pulled my hand to the door and made me knock twice. (For some reason that dream was really scary)
Then I woke up because the baby was fussing, so I turned over, fed her and fell back asleep.
My next dream was about Tim.
We were sitting in my living room talking. And he said to me “Claire, I’m dead.” and I replied “yea Tim I know.” And he then asked “how did I die?” and I told him that we didn’t know yet. We found him in his room, and he had died in his sleep. So Tim asked me “where is my body? I can’t find it.” so I told him that the coroner had taken it to do an autopsy on it so we could find out how he died. I then told him that we buried him at crown hill. Tim then asked me again”how did I die?” So I told him that we didn’t know, again. Then he lay down on the floor and asked me if he died like this. He was lying on his back. I told him “no Tim, now stop it I don’t want to relive that.” He then lay with his arms and legs sticking up in the air, and asked was I like this. I said no and told him to stop. He then lay on his stomach with his hands folded under his chest, and turned his face to the right. And once again asked “did I die like this?” he then closed his eyes and mouth, and his face turned purple. (Just like how we found him.) I turned to run into the kitchen and saw the camera. I for some reason wanted to take a picture. When I turned back to where time was laying, he was gone. I then of course woke up.
its like he was taunting me, making me relive what I went through when we found him.
