It started out trying to find my brother. I found him at a department store at a mall at 3 am. There was no one around at all. He was acting slightly weird. I tried to talk to him, but he didn't respond or even look at me. (In real life, he at least acknowledges my presence when I'm speaking.) There's a scene flash and I got to my neighbor's house, who is a good friend of mine. Except in the dream her house is a barn with lots of dogs, and there's lots of people I don't recognize. I ask her for help, but she had to work. I leave to go back to the department store and find help to get my brother home. The next thing I remember is police/ambulance sirens. The section of the department store my brother was at was completely blocked off. They announce over the loud speakers that a young man had died of an overdose (My brother is not on any drugs that I know of.) I immediately know it's my brother. I fall to the ground and start sobbing. The only person to comfort me is who I think is my friend Sean, but he somehow transformed into David Beckham. The next thing I know is that it's my brother's funeral, which is being held at the department store. There's a big balcony for family, but I don't recognize anyone but my childhood friend, Beth H. I don't even see my dad, sister, aunt or grandma, which I see all of them on a daily basis. I ended up leaving early and sat outside with Sean, the real Sean this time and not David Beckham, and my best friend Beth P. Sean is drinking and hands me an energy drink (Beth P and Sean are my two best friends. I see them everyday and tell them both everything). A cop comes up to me and assumes it's alcohol and gives me a ticket for underage drinking. Beth P, Sean and I leave to drive around. I was worried because I was supposed to go to NY the next day on a trip, and that I'd be somehow upsetting my brother by going on the trip. But I started to realize that my brother didn't care about me, and I could go do whatever and he wouldn't care. In real life, my brother and I don't really get along. We hardly fight, but we have nothing in common. We are complete opposites. He pays no attention to anything I do. But throughout the dream I felt uneasy, about to have a panic attack, depressed, but only up until the point when I left for my trip. That's all I remember about the dream. When I woke up I felt the uneasy, panic attack, depressed feeling. In real life, my brother doesn't really do much. He's 17, doesn't drive anywhere. Hardly talks to his friends who constantly try to get ahold of him to hang out. He plays on the computer all day. Can anyone help me with my dream?