The first time I dreamt of my brother it was an amazingly lucid, powerful and peaceful experience. It was about 5 years ago and it’s something I havent forgotten. I don’t dream and it was because of that knowledge that I came to the wonderful realization that Josh had in fact visited me. I still remember that dream to this very day and the feelings it evoked. I even drew it the following morning out of my own fear of forgetting the image. There were no words exchanged between us. He just...

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