July 29, 2024

It is hard to write about dreams when sleep is so constantly interrupted as to only get fragments of dreams. I feel like I have been avoiding writing about any dreams in frustrated protest, perhaps. Last night I did dream a bit. In one fragment, I helped my brother finish painting an apartment that was very spacious and expensive. In another, my grandfather wanted to borrow a pair of socks but the door bell rang and it was a woman presenting her phone with a video of two kids fighting when one kid twisted the others ear lobe. The woman was upset that one of the kids was disciplined by another parent by spanking. Then more kids ran up and pushed her son and the group started fighting each other to which I just closed the door. When I turned around, my grandfather had squeezed himself into a police officer's uniform that was way too tight. I laughed at him as he walked away to go change back into normal clothes. He said something about me pretending to be a gangster to deal with the other kids fighting. I replied that it makes him an "OG" (original gangster) which he laughed at. There was also a fragment about repositioning a stereo and its speakers which was also interrupted by the blast of a flashlight.