Well, had a great weekend with the family over my Birthday. I was tired and in pain most of the time, but it was great to play with the boys and just have some fun without worrying about dishes or laundry or anything.
Did have the most odd and mess-up dream last night that shook me.
I have an uncle who’s a dick. A huge dick, for that matter. He’s done some pretty messed up stuff in his time, everything from cheat on my aunt to being drunk at work.
I used to really look up to the guy…I was a kid and he treated me rather well. I think at some point he made it his mission to make up for me not having a father. I think all of my uncles came to that conclusion after a bit…but I digress.
Anyway, there was a time that I idolized this guy. His wife, my aunt, was one of my favorite people in the world as well. (And here’s part of the reason he’s a huge dick, he’s changed her to a mere shell of her former self)
Anyway, in this dream I see the man dead in a coffin, and I suddenly know I’m the one who killed him. I don’t tell anyone this, and everyone else seems to think he’s killed himself or died naturally.
I don’t remember much else about it, but those are the weird things that stick out in my mind this morning.
Anyway…weird.
