Last night's dream was troubling, and left me feeling off kilter this morning.
I was at my mom's house and the family's dog was really sick and ended up dying. During his death, some sort of weird magic started happened and my brother (who has been dead for slightly more than 5 years) walked into the kitchen as his 15 year old self. Somehow in losing our dog, I got my brother back and he got a do over?
I'm not sure how it worked... dreams don't have to make sense to feel real.
I just woke up missing him so much, and being so sad that there isn't enough magic in the world to bring him back, or to give second chances.
Also it was depressing because Jesse (the dog) is getting older, more frail, and is probably not going to be with us much longer, I'd be surprised if he saw another Christmas, maybe another Labor day, but I'm not sure about another winter.