A Tulip-y Turn of Events

I figured this morning I'd have some dark dreams to share: while my husband fell into his heavy sleep, I read from the Unsolved Mysteries Encyclopedia his friend had given me over dinner. And, then there's the missing younger brother, R. Long story short:R's ex had his baby Thursday night, and then decided my brother shouldn't see her. R, and his selfish smarts, then decided to go missing (typical addict behavior) from Saturday morning onward (I still have no official word from my Mother that he's arrived, but I just got off the phone with his drug buddy who I tracked down)... this disease baffles me; how can my brother stand in my kitchen Tuesday night sounding sensible and loving and even excited about his daughter's pending arrival and then only days later last be seen or heard from on a bad corner in N. Philadelphia. (the detective work my husband and I did this weekend was ridiculous)... and now he is probably back with my Mom, the Mother who sat on her couch telling me she knows he's dead, but won't call the police, or anyone else and well, that's it. I'm done. I went to sleep last night with the grossest and most shattering images in my head, and then I had this dream:

In a little town with cobble-stone streets and cottage-like houses close to the road (Banbury, England??), me and a few others walk from one establishment to the next. In the back yard of one restaurant-cottage there is a celebration on, and some of my family is there. My Aunt T has decorated the yard with tulips: every inch of the yard has vases filled with all colors of bright tulips. Walking is a little difficult because each time I turn I knock over a vase and quickly turn it back rightly.