Woke up around 6am this morning after having a terrible dream about my brother, Mark.  I found him in a locker room but he was younger, about 18 or so, and he was about to give head to one of his friends for money.  I was extremely protective of him and wanted to make sure he would not make a mistake he would live to regret.  Mark assured me that it would only take about ten minutes of his time just to make $1,000 -- all of which he needs to move to his new apartment now.  Other people were there and were all telling me to calm down and let him get to work on his pal!  "But, Mark, this would make you a whore!"  I cried, "You will not come out of this with your virtues intact.  How will you be able to live with yourself?"  Again, he assured me that it was no big deal.  I woke up unable to convince him that what he was about to do was wrong.  It wasn't an anti-Gay thing, I was simply upset over the fact that my brother was whoring himself out.  When I told Mark about my dream today he laughed because the guy he was about to give head to in the dream actually owes him money!

In any case, all is well, or about to go well today.  Mark has barely enough money to move with, so we're managing the job on our own.  Still, I find it funny that I had this dream and how stressed it made me feel.  All day so far I've been on edge, worried about my brother, a brother who hates it whenever I make a fuss over him.  But who cares!  He's my younger brother, so of course I am going to be worried no matter what.  At least things are going into the right direction now. 

As I help him pack and move, I keep giggling to myself about the dream!