In this dream, it was completely dark. My brother was in a small plane, maybe flying it. I wasn't with him -- I couldn't see anything, but I could hear everything and feel everything like I was there. In a way I was there. He was going to crash. Some system failed. He knew he was going down in the water, but he said he was too tired to open the door so he could get out. I listened with all of my heart. I didn't hear a crash, only the soft sound of still dark water and the click of something opening, his body moving through it. Still couldn't see. That's when I realized I was asleep. He crawled into bed beside me.
My brother flies out today, to meet his ship. Prayers of any kind appreciated.