Last night I dreamed I was telling someone about one of my earliest memories.

I was watching Captain Kangaroo as a preschooler, and he told us to take out a LP record (78 rpm; I don't know if they had 33's then). And then he told us to hold the record and pretend it was a steering wheel and we were driving a car...

(To clarify: the above really happened more than half a century ago, and in the dream I was telling somebody about it.)

I dream a lot about events in my past these days. Anyone else?

(PS--next time I'm debating whether to post in the Lounge or here in Seniors, I'll go with Seniors.)

My husband who passed away 6 years ago come and tells me he's back. That he was never dead and want's to know if he can come home. In my dream I keep thinking "how do I go back" to how things were before he died after all the changes that have been made to our lives.

and I remember being astonished at how kind he was to children and wondering if I could live in his country when I had my own children.


and yes, I also dream events in my far and away past, again and again I am swinging really high feeling like I'm touching the sky and suddenly I am aware for the first time of death. I remember that day so vividly, but in the dream I fly out of the swing and realize I am dead, but dead ROCKS!

He was sitting in his high chair with the cake and candle. I was three. A few months ago he passed away after not having spoken to me or our late parents for over 20 years. I never really understood why, and the reason has now died with him. But lots of sad feelings overcame me as I recalled that cute little 1-year-old. Up until he was about 40, things were pretty good in our family. This was a few years after our only sister died in a traffic accident, and when he "checked out on us" it left me on my own to make sure the remainder of our parents' lives worked. Through an odd series of circumstances I ended up settling my brother's estate, which I'm pretty sure was the last thing he'd have wanted. I have dreamed of my sister, dad and mom after their deaths, but so far not my brother. Have a lot of questions I'd like answered. Maybe I'll check in with one of those mediums or psychics or whatever they are called that contact the departed and deliver messages from them. Meanwhile, I'll cherish that earliest of memories, my sweet little brother.

Glad you posted this in Seniors. I'm checking that forum more and more often these days!

Blessings.

He checked out of our family about 20 years ago. Now on all holidays he sits alone, having rejected so many invitations over the years we don't invite him anymore as its painful to be constantly turned down.
When I speak to him, say once a year, its like talking to a time bomb (he's in his 70's) in that you have to tred on eggshells lest you hit one of the tons of "triggers" that set him off.
He was a nice kid growing up but as he got older he just got more and more by himself and so bitter - always recalling slights and arguments from 50 or 60 years ago.

Family rifts just seem so sad and unnecessary. But the decision/control is taken from us, which is beyond frustrating. I've learned my brother spent a good deal of his life "dissing" his family to his ever-dwindling circle of acquaintances, blaming his problems on me (not sure where that came from) and telling many, many lies. When his remaining friends shared these tales with me after my brother died, I was able to set them straight about the falsehoods. One of the stories was, everything was fine in the family until I came along and became the "favored child" as he put it. Odd thing was, I was a few years older than my brother. When the truth gets twisted in such a fashion, I guess the only conclusion is that he was mentally ill, and perhaps it was for the best that he did not play a role in the family. I think we'd have been faced to deal with what you do with your brother and the "triggers" that set him off. That kind of emotional instability can have tragic results. I wish you well, and commend you for trying to maintain contact with him. After a few years, I simply gave up.

Blessings.

He helped me in so many ways as I was "coming up." He showed me how to apply to college and advised me what classes to take. He even helped me move away from our parents house where I would have wound up a lonely old maid, for sure.
He found my first job for me where I stayed until I retired.

I owe him so much but over the years his personality changed and he became so hostile and bitter. I used to love to talk to him as he was so witty and had such a wonderful dry sense of humor. Now he is paranoid, on the rare occasions I speak to him, he will often just stop me and call me a liar for telling him something.

I just can't take the abuse any longer...although I will drop off some of our old family recipe cookies for him again this year. (He will send me a letter and tell me they weren't any good.)

not often about adult life. Only reoccurring dream is of seeing a crashing plane, or being in one that is
in the process of crashing. Attribute that to actually seeing a B 47 explode in mid air near the Tucson SAC base
in the fifties. Traumatic sight. And it happened so quickly. It was in the process of refueling.
Have seen a couple of car accidents where there were fatalities, but the plane just won't go away......z
PS Have a brother like that, too. Since our mother died he has had nothing to do with me. Have no idea why.

the house, etc.