August 23, 2019
In another dream my younger brother is eating dinner in the backyard. It's raining. He has a makeshift roof covering his table, the exact size, so it's only covering the table and food on it. Water pouring on all sides, barely avoiding the food. My brother is sat at the far end, grinning, pointing at the candle sticks. He's soaking wet. He calls out. I think of joining him but remember my favorite narra chair, sitting under the rain. I check for rot and find it in one of the legs. Tsk. Does narra rot? Is this really a dream?