Last night, I dreamt I was in the city, and that my brother was moments away from death, but for whatever reason he could still walk around. He was with me in the city, and we were going around, looking in stores, doing kinda touristy things, and the whole time there was this intense sadness. I honestly fucking felt the same way I did as on the night he died. He was really weak, and he looked like he did when he was sick.
Dream logic dictated that at night we slept in these cabins, extremely similar to camping cabins my family rented out somewhere in new england. Kinda remote. Waterfront. Chilly at night. My brother's wife served this weird food. It was some kind of bread with berries in it, and the serving plate was adorned with sticks, in a way that made me think of witchcraft rituals. I was put off by the food (I hate berries, and, well, witchcraft), but I was aware that my brother was dying and that I had to keep up appearances, make him think I was okay with what was going on, so I ate the nasty shit. The cabin was kinda dark. Candle light, maybe, and it was oppresively dark outside because at one point I had to leave the place, for whatever reason.
There's kind of a gap here. I guess some stuff happened, maybe it didn't. It was a dream.
Next thing I can recall, I'm in the city again, this time, alone. I waste some time doing some of the same things I did the day before (I recall being at slot machines of some sort), and then I remember that my brother just died, and his wife was with us and I have to find her. So I rush around, going everywhere I had previously been, the city, the cabin, shops, tourist traps. I slow down to catch my breath and I see I'm at this sidewalk serving restaurant. I guess it was a hotdog stand of some sort. Definitely meat. Anyway, the meat was made and processed on site, via this double decker, Rube Goldberg-style tenderizing and processing machine that had a side window, allowing the public to see inside for whatever, fucked up dream reason. I look around, still catching my breath, and I see my brother's wife, and my brother's body crammed into the fucking processing machine, getting crushed to bits and processed. I swear to god I could hear it, and I could feel it, and it was fucking terrifying and gross. I woke up feeling like I didn't catch a fucking wink.
