I was laying in bed last night on my left side, quieting down my mind and relaxing my body preparing for sleep, when something happened.

I felt a soft tap on my left shoulder and my older brother Dana's unmistakably deep voice came floating into my left ear and he said What is that?

I bolted wide awake and a chill went down my back. My brother had just spoken to me. I sadly don't know if he is dead or alive, we have lost touch, but damn.

We all make choices that dictate how we end up in life, and death. I take full responsibility for mine but Dana was dealt a bad deal when we were kids. He was abducted by aliens from a Sierra Nevada mountion at the age of ten. They chose him because he was older and they tried to wipe the event from my clear eyed seven year old brain, but I remember a lot. It fucked him up pretty bad and his life was never the same.

Now I need to figure out what he meant last night...