Let me tell you about my dreams

I had a dream in which it was THE END OF THE WORLD – it’s always THE END OF THE WORLD in my dreams, which would be interesting if the subject matter wasn’t so aggressively dull – and my central concern was in making my brother take his medication in the mornings. All our parents and grandparents were gone, ditto Matt’s key workers and psychiatric nurses and anyone else who would be more responsible or at least better-equipped than me.

That isn’t difficult. There are some billions of people better equipped than me. Never mind the zombies, inevitably waiting around every corner in all my END OF THE WORLD dreams even when they don’t make even a cameo appearance. Never mind the running of the power stations, the roving gangs of all-too-human cannibals driven to madness by their new situation, the eventual collapse of historical buildings without regular upkeep. I had one job to do, and I couldn’t even do it very well.

And it was horrifying — when I woke up I just lay and stared at the ceiling for about an hour playing the “what-if” game. What if the universe conspires to put me in this situation? What if I’m forced, finally, to get my shit together and become a better brother?

But then I remembered I don’t even know where to get his medication when current supplies run out, so that’s my get-out-of-jail-free card.

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  1. robobitchadventures said: That’s ~almost as dramatic as my dream post. But you cheated with the zombies.
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