So ... in case some of you know, I have dreams. Vivid dreams. Some good, often not so good. And last night was one of the most terrifying. I wasnt being chased. I wasnt the last person on earth, I wasnt trying to survive WW3. No .... I lost my brother. And not to anything like cancer, or a natural disaster, or something of preordained design. I had a dream that my little brother, when we were around 10-6, was taken. Stolen right off our front lawn. I watched them pick him up, kicking and screaming, and drive away with him. This nightmare continues for a few hours and in the course of it, I am crying, and searching, and fighting to find him for years. It was literally complete with Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds, but not as Derek, as Shemar Moore. Hes trying to comfort 10 yo me and explain that people do bad things. The next thing I know, its 2014 and I see my brother, being held hostage by the man who took him. Hes all grown up and so different but I know its him. Gunpoint, warnings, threats, going down typical television face off style. And Im screaming for him to let my brother go and my brother is trying to fight but cant because hes so weak from malnutrition. Luckily, the team gets off a shot and injures the man so he lets go of my brother. At this point, I havent seen him in over a decade. I woke up to a wet pillow, tears on my face, in a panic. First thing Im doing when I get home is hugging my little brother. Thank you, cast of Criminal Minds for doing all you do and drawing attention to human trafficking. Its still a huge issue in the world and it needs to end.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 12:47:15 +0000