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The Dream Last Night

I had a dream I was my brother, Samuel. On my (his) eighteenth birthday, I invited a bunch of people over. For some reason, my dad was this random drunk stranger, and he was asleep.

So all these people snuck into my house, and we had cake and soda and presents. It was pretty normal. But there was this girl (please remember that, although I am a girl, in my dream I was a boy, and so this makes perfect sense). She was beautiful. I fell instantly in love with her, and I wrote her a letter saying so. She rejected me.

But I wouldn’t stop, and I wrote another letter. This time she replied, saying that she loved me, but her dad was in leagues with my “dad” and they wanted to keep us apart.

My “dad” found out about the letters, and so we were both locked up in separate cages, unable to see each other. We had a friend passing letters back and forth between us, so we were able to tell each other how much we were in love.

Then we broke free and ran away to Paris.

Not really, I don’t remember the rest of the dream.



I Can’t

My little brother Silas is spoiled. We realized a little late that it’s not always good to give a crying kid what he wants.

So now, if he doesn’t get his way, he’ll scream and throw himself on the floor, or he’ll deny himself things, thinking that, if he can’t have his own way, then everyone will sympathize and give in.

Of course, he has his moments. Sometimes, he’ll come up to me, grab my arm, and start kissing it like a crazy person.

But, he still has issues. When it comes to brushing his own teeth, he starts screaming and yelling, “I can’t, I can’t!”

He can, obviously. He’s seven years old. He can brush his teeth.

(This is going to turn into some random life metaphor, I know it.)

Another thing, when we mentioned making him go without snacks for a week, once again, he started screaming, “I can’t, I can’t!”

These words cross my mind many times, are you kidding me?

I really don’t know where I’m going with all this, but, needless to say,

My first child better be a girl.

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