"I hate you!"
Or that was my brothers line this morning. Apparently he had a dream that he and I were fighting demons. But that wasn't why he "hates" me...my weapon of choice? A shotgun. I left him with the kitchen knife: My poor brother, but like I'm not going to pick the weapon of prominence. And doesnt he think I won't cover him!! 'Cause I will.
posted by jenni~ru at 8:36 AM
4 Comments:
sounds like that has some meaning... but i won't go into detail here. did you draw the picture?
I know the dream might have some meaning. I'm not going to worry too much about it right now though, it was his dream and not mine, unless God wants to reveal something about it to me. And I wish that I had drawn the pic, but it is my kinda style of drawing...
hmmmm.....*clutches pillow and whimpers*
...that'd be an interesting fight...
wow! that sucks. but, i guess that sounds like something i'd do if i had to ward off some...thing. i would most likely leave my brother with a knife. or is it the other way around? hmm...i'll get back to you on that.
idsutld pfft.
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