Strangest dream crept up my pillow the other evening
Or should I call it morning?
On a bridge made of plastic and filled with air I ran with the others
We hid, and ran- for what was out there was much too frightening to look at.

My dear brother couldn’t stand to run from these Demons any longer,
He slit his neck with a box cutter right in front of my eyes-
Giving me a glance of hopelessness he performed this task effortlessly and without fear.

As the screams rose and darkness encompassed the bridge I took the knife
And sliced so delicately that bridge..
Releasing the air holding us above the rough waters
And collapsing our only safe-haven.

Salt water, assumingly, rose above our toes and legs
Giving and taking life at the same time
Unbiased was Death – I welcomed him.
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What does it mean to dream of destroying your own bridge instead of building it??

What does it mean to challenge Death, and welcome it? Am I confronting the Fear or giving up in this dream/nightmare?…

Furthermore, the suicide of my brother rattled me.  My mind concocted such a terrible vision – this dream has not left my memory, nor do I think it will..