Dream Journal
Michael, his brother John, and Camdon were at my mom’s house playing video games in the front lawn. Michael came inside, went into my room, and closed the door. I asked him if he was going to sleep, but he said not yet, so I read a book. John and Camdon cranked their game music outside to bother us, but everything soon became quiet.
I stepped out of the bedroom and saw them through the windows: John was asleep propped up sitting against a street sign, and Camdon was asleep in the fetal position on my mom’s old tire flower pots. I chuckled at their awkward positions.
I called my dog inside to give her a bone, and my mom’s dogs followed. In the kitchen, Lacey took and ate her bone politely, but the other dogs wouldn’t sit for theirs even though I bent at the waist and put my hands on my knees just like my mom does. They finally sat down; one sat right next to Lacey. Lacey pulled him down to the ground and then made him roll over onto his side.
Amazed at what my dog had done, I turned to Michael and asked if he had seen that. He had, but wasn’t as amazed as I was. He poured himself a bowl of granola.
Themes: Michael