Dream

Posted on September 14, 2004 in Dreams

My brother arrives at my house with my nephew Ben. I’ve been drafted — again — into doing some yardwork. As my brother and his nephew go out into the back yard, my mother wrings her hands in the kitchen. She goes outside to join them. The skies open up and rain falls hard, so hard that it begins to come in through the ceiling. I rush to my bedroom where I try to rescue my laptop.

The rain stops and I go out into the front yard. My mother, my brother, and Ben are there. Ben has done something to anger my brother, who charges up to attack him. I jump forward and hit him, waking up as my knuckles hit the hard corners of the Michigan chair next to the bed.