I dream strange dreams

I found a notebook with various odds of writings and notes from around 2007-2008. Several of these were peculiar dreams I had around that time, and some of them are really strange. Some too strange to share, others just damned strange, like this one.

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My brother is getting married. Outside in the dusk of the dusty American style ranch landscape (provided by my sleeping subconscious) the scene is prepared for a wedding, preacher and all. Psycho girlfriend all dressed in white, standing, smiling on the porch.

I go to find my brother for the ceremony. When I find him, he is lying in a hole. Men with guns are riding away. He is not dead, but his body is shot full of large, circular cut out holes, and the middles of the holes have not been removed. Like someone shot him with a biscuit cutter. I take a needle and thread and sew up the holes in my brother's body, the pieces firmly in place. He is marked, scarred, but whole enough. Somehow I carry him back to this ranch style house. My parents are relieved, and, oddly, my mother praises me for the neatness of my sewing.

There is no wedding.