September, 2011
I was sitting up talking, and I just kind of nodded off. But I didn't nod off; I was Code Blue. I was bleeding inside, and I was drowning in my own blood.
What I remember is that I went to sleep and I had the most incredible dream. It was almost like a still life, and the air smelled so good and music was playing. I always have music in my dreams, and whatever type of music it is, it sets the whole mood for whatever's happening. If it's a nightmare, it's some nasty music. But this music was beautiful.
I was standing at a bridge and it was twilight, and somebody was on the other side. They weren't motioning, they were just looking at me, but the message got through: don't come across this bridge. It was all so beautiful, I wanted to go over there and see who it was. All I could see was a silhouette of the person, with hair down to their shoulders. It appeared to be my brother. Maybe it was just somebody standing in my room, I don't know. But somebody was there, telling me not to come across that bridge. It's not my time yet.
