A dream of my brother

I dreamt last night that I was talking to my brother at the kitchen table, and he was perfectly all right. I remember not being surprised that he was there, but as I was putting a plate on the table, I turned to him and said, "So, Garrick, I haven't heard the details yet. How come you can walk again?"

And he shrugged, as if it was no big deal, and replied, "I don't know. It's all confusing and I don't really remember, but I was in the hospital (something about being delirious), and then I woke up and here I am." A pause. "But I hate the words 80m though. Makes me think of the pool..."

And then I sat there and thought about how I'd been at his funeral, and I wanted to ask the second question, but I couldn't because it might bring up too many bad memories for him, so I didn't. But, as if he knew what I was thinking, he suddenly grinned at me.

The idiot.

A day's worth of Twitter ($4.00)

11:13:45	—	*groan* late for work today because I was typing up an entry about a dream. Geez :)
18:49:06	—	@Starshadow oops
18:49:32	—	@DanielEfton I use a modified version of the twitter2lj Perl script :) Want me to send you a copy?
19:48:22	—	@DanielEfton I hear three's this thing called the internet... ;-)

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