Dream: dying again

I saw mum again. She was a limp mass that was barely alive, limp like a corpse.
I saw my brother carry her in his arms, weeping... Mum was dying again.

Dying, dying, dying in my dream....

But she died already, and will never die again. She died. Died... Died in my arms.

That reality, that reality which is more real than any dream or fantasy or image my mind can conjure, could not stop my tears and sobbing.