I was walking through this unfamiliar school building. I found this guy, a little younger than me, and we started talking about family. He asked me about my parents and all of a sudden I remembered my parents and little brother dying in a house fire when I was around 3-4 years old. I took another look at the guy and instantly I knew he was my brother, but I didn’t want to admit it. I felt extremely guilty knowing my little brother escaped the fire and lived all these years without any family by his side. He was angry with me, like it was my fault. I don’t have a brother in real life. Does anybody know why I’d be dreaming of this?