Dream Journal
I walked into the basement of my parents’ house and saw my brother Marty. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt with large, bright blue and yellow horizontal stripes. I gave him a big hug and we sat down cross-legged on the floor; he was on my right side.
With our arms linked together, we talked and talked about everything. His face looked as though he were still in his late teens. I noticed that his shirt was cut around the back of its neckline. It was shaped into a halter-like top, yet it still had its sleeves attached. I asked him why he had done that to his shirt, and he said that he thought it was cool.
We heard some people come in the front door upstairs, and looked in that direction. I heard my brother john say in a loud, high voice, “Where’s my baby sister?” I said a curse word loudly, hating when he calls me that. Marty and I both stood up and faced the stairs, neither one of us wanting to ascend them.