found drama

I’m at my grandparents’ house and I dash into the bathroom to use the toilet.  Moments after I sit down, there’s a loud sound at the door.  I think it’s someone knocking but before I can open my mouth to shout, my brother breaks down the door.  His face is red, veins are bulging from his neck, and he points to the roll of toilet paper, shouting about how I stole the one from his bathroom.  “How could you do that?  We have sick kids!”  And so on.  It’s funny because: Why would I steal your toilet paper?  He’s being totally unreasonable and fortunately my dad steps in, pulling him aside and closing the door behind him.

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2 Responses to dream.20070501: misdirected threats

amy says: May 1, 2007 at 10:14 am

It’s unfortunate that he’s not nice in your dreams.

rick says: May 1, 2007 at 12:51 pm

never mess with another man’s TP