Family

Date: 10/25/2016

I dreamed my brother, my mother, and myself were on some tropical island that kept getting overrun by storms and flooding. During the floods we would get in a car that could turn into a boat for safety and it was actually pretty cool and fun. After each storm the island would come together to pick up the pieces and it was sort of noble and nice... there was a real sense of community. My brother kept making more messes than he picked up and generally being useless and I got increasingly physically abusive with him. At one point I was really doing too much because he had left all these little metal pieces of his toy or something on the ground. Someone walked up and said "those belong to him?!" I expected to be vindicated, but they revealed they had made even more smaller toys with the pieces. We got ice cream, and he gave me the last big bite... then the town took to the streets for a parade. I woke up to the feeling of someone making my bed or getting in bed next to me, but I live alone.