Hello all, new to the board and need to find some answers about my dreams. Hope you can help.

In March of 2006, I visited an old friend of my younger brother. He was in a terrible car accident and was crippled and doctors had trouble diagnosing a strange disorder that was happening with his nerves. I had a dream a few days later that this kid died in his sleep of respiratory failure. We called to make sure he was ok and he was being monitored well in the hospital. While his condition theoretically COULD lead to respiratory failure, it was my own older brother who ended up in a coma in the hospital 10 days after this dream, with respiratory failure. In my dream, the kid I was dreaming of, lets call him Jay, was a friend of my younger brother who I felt was like a brother also, he is african american, another 'brother' reference (I hope I am not offending anyone, I don't mean anything racial, just 'brother' references without my real brother being the character in my dream) I spoke with a few respected people in my life and they candidly told me to prepare for my real brother's death.

Fast forward to October 2007, approximately 18 months later... my brother died in his sleep. For days before and after his death I felt a pain in my chest... so strong that I told my roommate to make sure I was breathing in the morning because I feared I was going to stop breathing in my sleep. 3 days after the onset of this pain, I get the call that my brother had died... just like that.

For the next two months I had recurring dreams... dreams that my real brother, lets call him Allen, had gotten word from his doctor that he has 2 weeks to live. We sob and sob for two weeks until I wake up and each day I wake up wondering why I didn't talk to him. In my waking hours I tell myself that I need to confront something in my dream, I need to talk to him and tell him that he doesn't HAVE to die, that he can do stuff to save his life. Eventually I move in my dream from just sobbing with a shadow of my sick brother in the background to actually hugging him in the dream as I sob. The next time I have this dream I do actually tell him that he doesn't have to die. I tell him he can make himself better. Next thing you know he is getting out of his wheelchair and he quits smoking, starts doing things like he did before the coma and he makes a full recovery. I see him as a handsome healthy young man who is standing and no longer confined to a wheel chair or bed.

Then I wake up... and I have never had this dream again.

I also stopped having those pains in my chest.

While my mother is still having a really hard time coping with the loss of her son (as is understandable) I almost feel that I really did have a year and a half to accept this and cope with this. I feel like I have had a foreknowledge of his death and had time to prepare myself mentally and emotionally (as was suggested). I guess the last few dreams were all I needed to fully accept his death and move forward peacefully, as painful as it is. It will never stop hurting... as I am going through a whole tissue box right now...

I don't really know what I am looking for here... maybe just to tell my story. Has anyone else had dreams like this? Did my body, did my soul, really know what was going to happen? What are your thoughts?

Thanks for sharing!

There's a lot about the mind we still don't know. I think there is some truth to psychic intuition.

And I'm sorry about your loss.