Date: 12/30/2017
By crewsock
I was in my brothers room and he said he was going outside to get water from the hose, which is just outside of this big window in his room and to the left. He was gone for awhile and when i went out to check on him the hose had been partially drug out and the holder thing for it was tipped over and he was nowhere to be found. somehow i knew immediately that he had been kidnapped. my first thought was fear that i was next, and i tried to scream and run inside but ive never been able to scream or run in dreams (i guess i didnt make that connection though because i kept dreaming). my next thought after i wasnt kidnapped for a few seconds was confusion, because my brother is a pretty hefty twenty year old man. i told my mom and the next thing i remember is my brother being safely returned home. i dont remember if my dream just skipped to that part or if other stuff happened and i have just forgotten it. i went to my old high school the next day and sat in an english class which looked like the toddler daycare area of my old church. there were a few people and my old teacher there, and they left and i was alone in the room. i started feeling overwhelmed because this was the last English classroom my brother was in before he was kidnapped, apparently. i started crying and couldnt stop because i was wracked with so much guilt that i hadnt heard or noticed him being kidnapped when he was right outside of a relatively thin window that was right next to me, and that i had waited so long to check on him. once i thought i was done crying and i could leave, i would start crying again. at some point, someone i knew came in the room (i dont remember who) and i just kept crying, which is odd because i dont like to cry in front of other people but i didnt care in my dream. it was the heaviest and most real emotion i have ever felt in a dream. the next thing i remember is waking up.