My brother in spirit

 April 17, 2019



I had a vivid dream about my brother Dex, who was approaching me in Prince Rupert. I was hanging out with some friends when I spotted him, and without thinking, I dropped everything and walked over to give him a hug.


He was standing in front of a local bar that I didn't recognize, near the site of the first mall and close to where the old theater used to be. Dex looked troubled. I asked him, "Why are you here?" He replied that he shouldn't be going into that bar, referring to my uncle Robert Mowatt, whom we call Sonny. I pressed him again, asking, "But why are you here?"—meaning in my dream and on Earth. He reiterated that he shouldn't be going in there, clearly frustrated. He felt he couldn't communicate with Sonny, and when Sonny finally heard him, he just rolled his eyes, which made me chuckle.


If I knew how to prevent my uncle from doing something, I would definitely try! But brother, it seems like you might need some serious help with that situation.

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