I was able to sleep for a long, long time Friday night/Saturday morning. It was one of those deals where I slept, woke up, and after a while napped, and (I think I've talked about this before), it's the second sleep where I get this wicked vivid dreams.
This time around I actually had a nightmare ... well, a "nightmare" in my first sleep, which I detailed here. But this second time, right in the middle of the afternoon, after I came home from watching the EPL in downtown Minneapolis and depositing something at the bank for my parents, was weird because the only thing I remember is confronting My Asshole Brother about why he hates me so much. I remember: "Because you betrayed me."
Wait -- how in the hell did I betray him? How??
Personal guilt, that's all. Pffft.
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