I sometimes wake up from dreams of playing video games with my younger brother and wake up feeling some very visceral grief. Those used to be some of my happiest memories.
My brother now is veru consumed woth this idea of “grinding” and now doesn’t want to play video games or really do anything at all. I respect his decision and am proud of him but I really miss the person he used to be. I am nearly 30 now and I feel like I should be over this by now.
I had a dream we were playing lego star wars and I woke up crying as those were some of the bedt times of my life. I would give so much to be able to play that game with him again.