To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.

Ay. There’s the rub.

Last night I dreamt I saved my brother.

You know how it is when your best friend comes up to you and says, “Dude, I had the WEIRDEST dream last night. Let me tell you about it?” And you kinda wilt inside and go all:

Oh really?

Oh really? Well, can’t wait to hear it.

Yep, that’s exactly how you might be looking at the screen right now. But, not to state the obvious… it’s a SCREEN, so I can’t see it, so therefore, I WON’T KNOW.

Sigh. Just keep reading. Please.

In my dream, as dreams do, things were a bit wonky.

First of all, we were in some seedy, downtown, scary part of town that totally would not be a place I would EVER hang out.

Secondly, I was dressed as a super hero. Of course. Read whatever psychoanalysis you want into it.

Thirdly, I had people with me. I don’t remember all of them. It was a group. A group, it seems, of well meaning people that also wanted to help my brother.

It’s possible a young Brad Pitt was one of them. I am not exactly sure. But, Brad Pitt does seem like a genuine enough kind of guy, so I believe it.

We were gonna ambush my brother as he left one of the scarier buildings – I don’t know why I knew he was in there, but I am sure you are telling the computer screen right now: BECAUSE IT’S A DREAM, SILLY. STOP TRYING TO WORK OUT THE DETAILS.

And so, we waited, in the dark and cold. I do remember it was cold. Probs because I was dressed like Wonder Woman. Chilly.

And then, there he was.

He looked young. Very young. And he looked… saveable.

And I swooped in and said this:

“Look. Here’s how it’s all gonna go down. You’re coming with me. You’re not gonna stay here anymore. And, you are going to QUIT drinking. RIGHT. NOW.”

And he looked at me and said,

“Okay.”

And that is the dream about how I saved my brother.

keep-pressing

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