My Younger Brothers

This is kind of an ordinary one, but I think I should mention it so you can see what my dreams are like. I dreamed it was back when I was in my early teens. I was relaxing on the couch watching the Presidential debates for some reason.

All of a sudden my two younger brothers came running through the room, the older one chasing the younger one. They turned and ran right over the couch and right over me. Of course I was irritated, but they were already through.

Then they came back for another turn. As they headed right for me I yelled at them, "Get out of here!"

As soon as I did, they both turned in unison to yell for our mother, who was in maybe another room or something, "Mom, he's picking on us!"

This kind of thing actually happened quite a bit when I was a kid. Sometimes our mom would believe them and sometimes she wouldn't. But either way it was always a rotten thing to do to an older brother.

I don't hold a grudge against them though. It was just a thing that little brothers do. I don't know why I dreamed about something like this. Maybe I'm just thinking about my brothers lately.


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