In honor of Joe's dream...
I had a dream that I had a little five year old brother named Jon. Jon was raised by my grandparents. He was dead at birth and all mottled and gray in the head.
Except he wasn't, because he was five years old and living in Rome and some kind of scary child prophet for the Catholic church. I knew he was my brother, though, because he was wearing the same rainbow Care-Bears shirt that I wore as a young thing. I explained to him why this meant we were related, but he was hurt because I screamed at my grandparents for making him all crazy and religious. I think I gave my grandmother another stroke.
But then we were at church and my five year old brother was handing out communion or anointing the sick or something. He had this glass bottle in his hand and he squeezed it and it shattered all over the ground. As the people processed out of the church, there was a long line to be able to touch my brother, the child prophet. Some people got angry at me because they thought I cut in line, when I really just wanted to get the hell out of the church. I explained to them that I was related to prophet boy, and they shut up. But they still glared.
Then I was on my grandpa's pontoon boat which was going round and round in circles in their pond. I kept trying to step off onto land, which was just inches away, but I was afraid. But finally, I closed my eyes and stepped off.
Except he wasn't, because he was five years old and living in Rome and some kind of scary child prophet for the Catholic church. I knew he was my brother, though, because he was wearing the same rainbow Care-Bears shirt that I wore as a young thing. I explained to him why this meant we were related, but he was hurt because I screamed at my grandparents for making him all crazy and religious. I think I gave my grandmother another stroke.
But then we were at church and my five year old brother was handing out communion or anointing the sick or something. He had this glass bottle in his hand and he squeezed it and it shattered all over the ground. As the people processed out of the church, there was a long line to be able to touch my brother, the child prophet. Some people got angry at me because they thought I cut in line, when I really just wanted to get the hell out of the church. I explained to them that I was related to prophet boy, and they shut up. But they still glared.
Then I was on my grandpa's pontoon boat which was going round and round in circles in their pond. I kept trying to step off onto land, which was just inches away, but I was afraid. But finally, I closed my eyes and stepped off.