Angstful dreams about the wedding, in which I realize I've forgotten to tellanyone where it's being held, and I didn't buy any of the food for it.
Creepy dream about visiting my 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Lint, with a bunch of other friends from Merced. She drops dead without warning, and we decide that instead of calling the police or an ambulance, we'll loot her house. But these people in a Camaro keep circling the house, looking in to try to spot us, so we crawl around on our hands and knees. I'm looking for old coins, mostly; I find some German coins from the 700's, and a few really trashed Roman ones. And over the course of the dream, all my male friends turn, one by one, into other, female friends.
And a dream that was structured as a talk.bizarre post. I was a girl, in my mid-twenties, enraged at the circumstances of my older brother's death. This was my second older brother to have died young; the first one's body has been in storage in my old bedroom for the past year. But now he's being put to rest so that the corpse of my other brother can move in. And this upsets me. I think it was a racial thing; I vaguely recall there being some weird family tension about ancestry. At one point during the post, I liken the body of one brother to paper being blown on a breeze, and the other to an approaching storm.