When I Have Dreams, Sometimes They're Weird As Fuck

I don't dream often, I smoke a lot of marijuana and it helps to quell my subconscious. When I do have a dream lately, they are kinda boring... I dream of roaming around hand in hand with my person, drinking espresso, laughing, kind of like the ending of Dark Knight Rises... when we communicate in my dreams, it's comparable to our communication in real life, I think its some glimpse into a life I'll never get to live.

Occasionally my dead brother Dave shows up. I don't believe in ghosts but he definitely acts ghostly. One time he shook his head at me and woke me up, another time he embraced me and it felt real, most times he's just observing. He's never tried to speak to me before the other night...

She and I were holding hands, she disappeared and a chill swept over me. And then my brother was there. I couldn't make sense of his expression, I couldn't tell if it was concern or it was elation. He opened his mouth to speak and what erupted was a cacophony of bass and static that I couldn't understand. And then I woke up, to two missed calls.

Was that some kind of warning?