What my brother gets for being a Good Samaritan
I'm not a guy to spend a lot of time on dream-analysis, but I thought I'd share this for a larf:
Among my dreams last night my Younger Brother stepped in and saved a lady from a mugging. Well done! Then it turned out that the lady was a supporting actress in a traveling musical theatre company and quite the foxy woman. During the next performance, which Luka and I were watching luckily, this actress drags my brother up on stage and with five other hotties proceeds to do one hell of a strip/dance routine for him. And once all the dancers are down to the bare minimum, the actress grabs my brother by the hand and pulls him smiling backstage to the hoots and applause of the audience.
This morning when I told Luka about the whole thing, she asked, "What, you didn't get the hot dancing and the foxy chick in your own dream?"
"No, my brother was the hero. And I was with you." (*points!*)
I don't know if there's any meaning in my dream of my brother getting lucky, but I do feel like calling him up and saying, "You're welcome."
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I've just got to brag a little. I went in another notch on my belt today. *dances* Over the last month and a half or so, I'm down at least 10 pounds. And yeah, I could stand to lose another 10 or more, but damn . . . a belt notch is a fuckin' victory.