Jon’s Book

Date: 7/24/2018

Jon wrote a book where our family worked together to defeat a thing. We each represented a weakness. Mom was a doormat, I was an arrhythmic heart. I forget what he was. Dad was left out but I didn’t think he should be. Didn’t matter a lot though. Then a dream about the beach house. There was a big octagonal coffee table. It had drawers I had never seen before. Dad and Jon were there and perhaps some others. I opened each drawer. Dad might be wanting to stay out cuz the room had associations with Papaw and Mamaw, I thought. Jon did this near a long hall or maybe a dramatic staircase down. He was writing and we were all kinda to respect his space etc. He let me read his outline/draft and I was touched. I didn’t think it was super super great but it was after all a draft and I had faith it would be pretty good. One drawer had crayons and stuff. Many had closed photo albums. I didn’t find them worth taking out or looking at. I figured they would be empty or none of my relatives really anyway. I kept hoping one of them would be something really interesting. Each time I felt like I was opening a potential time capsule almost. Iirc none of them was interesting.