I took a long nap this afternoon and had several different dreams that faded in and out, but I remember only a few moments of one with any clarity. I was aimlessly roaming around what seemed like a college campus, and I came across my brother and father having an argument. They were well into it by the time I found them. I asked what they were arguing about.
DAD: “We’re preparing for your death.”
Apparently, they were planning to kill me, and were quite happy about it. My brother splashed bleach in my eyes and I ran away.
DAD: “Don’t you want to die? You talk about it a lot. Are you too cowardly?”
I didn’t have an answer. I looked back at his face, and the scene dissolved into the image of my bedroom ceiling fan, but there were several lights in it instead of one, and they were arranged in a way that resembled my father’s face.