I'm the oldest

Last night my recurring dream about my little brother wrecked my sleep. In the dream he had developed this debilitating disease and was at the point that he could barely walk. I had devoted my life to taking care of him and teaching him to walk again. I was crying at how horribly heartbreaking it all was. I woke up at 3:23 and stayed up for hours trying to figure out what it meant. I think mostly I am just worried about my little brother. It is amazing the ways being the oldest child can change us.