I Had A Dream

or

Marc Brown: It's Not complicated

I had this dream last night. I'll describe it the best I can, then tell you the back story. You know, since I don't follow time linearly.

So, I was in my southern mansion having a dinner party (Hey, a man can dream!). I was walking around entertaining and saying hi to all the families. I would say there were maybe 20 families. Suddenly I heard a ruckus in the library. I opened the door and it is a huge Sherlock Holmes style library, and there was a mess everywhere. There was this boy on the floor throwing all my favorite, leather-bound books as hard and spitefully as he could. There were other boys all over with cuts and scrapes and this boy was throwing the books right at them. There was blood everywhere, on the floors and on the shelves. I tried to stop him and he went crazy. I had to restrain him (thank you Denver Public Schools for the training). I was so mad and wanted to just punch him out to stop him, but I didn't and he kept getting worse. He was like a rabid dog, a la Stephen King. He just kept attacking, and attacking. Finally I got him to calm down and he just started to laugh at me.

I went out and looked around for his dad, but when I found him I couldn't speak . It was like my throat was clogged. No sound would come out. I finally got some words out and he just shrugged, "so what". I walked him around explaining to him and showing him how other families were playing games with their sweet kids and others were sitting around doing crafts and laughing. I told him I would have to have him pay for the damages his son did to my moms house (yes ownership somehow changed). He walked over to some other guys and they discussed something, while they hung out downstairs in the basement.

I went outside and saw this bird or pterodactyl on the roof by it's nest. While I was watching, some eggs started to roll off the roof. I caught one and as I did it hatched and a baby came out. I thought I didn't want it to look at me because then it would think I was it's mother and I wasn't. Then another rolled off and I tried to save it to, but it landed on the ground and when the shell cracked we saw it was already dead.

Meanwhile, in the basement, my Mom and my (deceased) step Dad were working on their room, when the men asked them why they were living in the basement of this house. Why weren't they living on the main floor, which was were I was going to live. They started getting mad explaining that it was illegal to rent out the rest of the house because it was a single family dwelling. "No! No! We are just renovating - that's all!" they explained. Things started to get heated. The guys said they were going to turn everyone in. I tried to stop them by saying that they were just trying to get out of paying for the crazy boy's behavior. They said all the damage was my problem, too bad, I would have to deal with it myself.

Now here is the back story: it's complicated.

My mom moved in to my house over the summer, she lives in the garage that we renovated. We just hooked up the water last weekend ourselves, no permit. (hypothetically) We are adopting two kids from Ethiopia in the next few weeks. My son woke up last night at 1am, and was screaming and arguing like he has done for the last 3.5 years. I finally got him to stop and go down to his room, where I put him to bed, but then I was to hyped up to go back to sleep. I was up until 4:30, when I finally drifted to sleep and had this dream.

I'm thinking I probably don't need a dream analysis on this one.