The Climb

I have to write this has briefly as I can because I need to leave soon. I want to remember this to reflect over it.

I had an emotional dream this morning involving mostly my brother, my dad was there too. He was doing a contest or event thing on the outside of a tall building. It had square structures that projected outward from the building in a pattern where there was more and more squares as the building got taller. My brother had to climb these and paint them in a certain order. He fell 3 times. The third being the worst. This whole thing had something to do with his overdose, a tribute, a charity, a recognition event, because there were a ton of people watching. We were on a balcony at a building across from the one he had to paint. There was some crying. There were also some of my friends there with me.

The other part of the dream involved friends, we were celebrating something, and doing a lot of drinking. I ended up giving everyone at the table [it was a large group of people] a nickname amongst other things.

I want to come back and write more about this soon.