I hate to DREAM

I hate dreaming it's as easy as that , is what I would like to say but in actuality I don't .I love to dream as it sends me to a world of imagination and freedom. But instead I hate to dream because I see him .

I see my brother in my dreams and it makes me so happy as I live with him and do things with him , and it feels so real and I think it's real .

And the hardest part of these dreams is finally realising that he's dead and it isn't him instead it's just my mind. And I realise that I will never be able to speak to him again.

Maybe I don't hate my dreams as it does give me some time to see him again, but with seeing him again comes great grief. And maybe I just hate the grief that comes with my dreams