I'm never unprepared to go out in the field. By the time we have to go and get on the bus, I've got everything I need in my pack to keep me as comfortable as possible. Well, in this dream, I had to go out into the field and I couldn't find a damned thing. Each of the colleagues that stopped to "check" that I had certain items, just blew me off when I complained that I couldn't find anything. I became so frustrated that I began to cry (big wuss!) but then, my brother arrived. He saw me crying and asked me what was the matter. I told him through tears, expecting him to say something helpful like "well, you should've have been more organized" or something to that effect. Instead, he took-off his own pack and began to help me. Then, I hugged him and told him I loved him, and through tears, he told me he loved me too.
The only time in my life my brother has ever allowed this type of interaction, was when his daughter died. I wonder, am I subconsciously "making friends" with my brother? Or is this a precognition of another horrible period in our lives? I guess only time will tell.
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