I looked out my window and saw a kid, in his winter coat, jumping on a trampoline that was in the center of a fairly deep lake. Sometimes he would land in the water, but he would just keep getting back on the trampoline and jumping. I’m an only child but in this dream I knew that this kid was my brother. I kept thinking that he was going to drown. He did. My parents (I guess we lived in the same house in this dream) were completely devastated.
Then Joy came over, we went to a party, and my ghost brother followed me, haunting me, throughout the entire party.
If my dreams are going to start getting cryptic and weird again, I might as well share them.