"It's raining cats and dogs" turned into "It's raining hippos and elephants" this morning at approximately 4:30am above my apartment. It was so loud that I wondered if a hole in the ceiling had formed and my bedroom was about to be flooded. This concern is not too far off of the mark since in 2005 this very incidence occurred at said residence in the livingroom. (My couch finally got cleaned the natural way.)
Like I was saying, it was an extreme cacophony and one thing lead to another and I woke up and could not fall back asleep for a good half hour. The memory of my dream last night was drowned out by the rain. What remnants I could tie together seemed to revolve around the concept of brothers. I have a biological brother, a brother-in-law and friends I call "brother". Brothers have long been a symbol of courage and protection in my dreams and in real life. Lately, I have been feeling fearful of my future, so I am hoping that my dream was a omen that I will soon find the courage to move forward.
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