Join the Club, Toots…
Night before last, I dreamed that I was staying in a sleazy hotel (which has been the location of other dreams in the recent past) and my dead twin brother and my very-much-alive brother in law were in love with each other. Angry love. Loud love. Pressing my brother’s face to the wall and taking him love.
I asked Bob to reconsider marrying this guy. I’ve known him for a long time (and my real brother-in-law is as likely to be gay as I am to be a pelican), and I just didn’t think he would be treated well. Bob said he didn’t care and that this was his last chance for happiness.
So I just went back to my filthy room and woke up.
Last night, I can only remember a snippet.
I was fixing my ex-mother-in-law’s toilet. She was sitting on a chair watching me. I was having trouble connecting a pipe and water started spewing.
“I have dementia now,” she said to me.
“Who doesn’t?” was my reply.
And that’s all I can remember.