Dream, 2-26-13

Frost on my windshield, 2-26-13

My brother, John (gone since 2000), is with me. As usual, we are in our childhood home (where I now live). I'm happy to see him, and start filling him in on all the news, as if he's recently returned from a trip. My mother is now in the dream. I say, "And while you were gone, I dreamed of you so many times, and of mother, too, and now you're both really here."

Then, as always, I wake up and realize I'm dreaming about dreaming.