Shared death expierence with my brother

I’m not really sure what this expierence was , I’m posting this to see I anyone else has had a similar experience or if this is a real type of “after death communication” … although I see it as a sort of “shared death experience” due to the circumstances…

So In 2019 I found my brother dead from an overdose. This was the last of many times I found him, I don’t do heroin and I never have , thankfully. Nor has anyone else in my family, so it was sort of a shock to all of us that my brother had this issue. I wasn’t very educated on addiction or dealing with an addict before this but I sure learned very fast , I saved my brother over 10 times in the course of 3 months leading up to his death, it became so routine that in a sense I feel like he knew he could do it when I was home with him and not die because I would find him before it got to that point. Unfortunately I got to him too late the last time I found him and he passed away. For a few days after my brother passsed I didn’t feel him at all anywhere around me, It was all very quiet and it felt so “void” , I had never been thru a loss that was this close to me, before my brothers addiction him and I were inseparable and he was more of a father figure to me then an older brother due to us not having the “typical” father ( our father suffered a TBI and could not talk or walk , we cared for him our entire lives ) … any who… a few days after his funeral I had a dream that I can still remember to this day, so vivid that when I think back on it now I have to actually remind myself it was a dream and not an actual memory…. The dream started off with me sitting in my room on my bed , I was aware in my dream that my brother was dead and i was aware that it was post-funeral and everything in my dream was as if it was in the real waking world , but my brother came running up our stairs FILTHY like covered in what looked like grease? Like as if he had been working on a car all afternoon and as he was running up the stairs he turned to me and was like “kel, where’s mom????” And I was like “WHERES MOM?? And I dropped what I was doing and I was like “where’s mom?!? WHERE TF ARE YOU?!? YOU DIED YOU PROMISED ME YOUD STOP” and before I got a chance to carry on and on about how he left me and he’s selfish and all the things we talked about that he threw out the window , he stopped me and he looked at me and was like “knock it off yo I’m not dead , for real where’s mom” and he was dead set on believing he was not dead , the only way I could convince him was showing him the picture I had taken of him when he was in his casket (I know that sounds sort of morbid but at the time I took the picture because I just needed to have it to remind myself this was real life) and as soon as I showed him the picture of himself the entire dream took a shift . He sat down with his head in his hands and was just like “holy fucking shit yo, I’m dead, im fucking dead” He sat with me and I remember we both cried together and we both exchanged a few promises and the last thing I remember was he said “I’ll always have your back no matter what” and we both sort of faded out into the orange light that was surrounding us…. In the dream we were standing in my hallway of my childhood home and it was around the time of the day in the summer time when the sun is setting and everything glows orange. It was so peaceful wherever we were and even tho it was the hallway of our childhood house there was something about the air , the smell, the orange gleam that reflected off of everything that just made it seem so beautiful and being there gave me the feeling of “just getting home from playing outside with my friends all day and my moms cooking my favorite dinner and my whole family’s home” …like when you were a kid… If that makes any sense…. The trees were a deep rich emerald green and the orange glow from the sunset was so vibrant that it made everything glow orange .

Idk I probably sound crazy , but this dream has always stuck with me and I to this day don’t believe it was just a dream because of the small details and all i remember , down to the smell … and also sorry for the swear words, it’s just the honest to god way of how it all went and honestly it’s how me and my brother always spoke to each other, we’ve never really been good with our words lol and I’ve told this story to a few close family friends and they even were speechless or every hair on their body was standing up by the end of the story.

But yeah, lmk what you think of this