Okay, so this happens to me every now and then. I get these freaky dreams that tend not to make sense on the surface of things, but later, as events unfold I can see they were a warning. So before I go any further, I must say I'm awfully sorry to my brother Shawn.
Yeah, it was one of those dreams. For some unknown reason, my brother and I were in a mean, dirty, pick-your-opponent-off-the-ground-so-you-can-beat-him-some-more kind of fistfight. About the only detail I truly remember about it is that I was not hitting him as hard as I knew I could, and that fact bothered me. (Hey, I already apologized once!)
The other part of my dream that I remember is that I was driving a brand new, red Chevy Colorado pickup truck, and I had my road bike in the back. Now, I am in no position to buy a new truck, and even if I was, red is not my colour of choice, but here's the thing: In a couple weeks, I will be travelling to Ontario for my cousin's wedding. My brother will also be attending the wedding, which means I will be seeing him in person for the first time in years. One of the things we hope to do is visit with friends who happen to be holding some stuff of ours that we weren't able to take with us when we moved back to BC. Included in this stuff is my road bike, which I hoped to reclaim while I was there. So it COULD happen.
So Shawn, if I happen to find a sweet deal on renting a red pickup truck to attend the wedding, I'm sorry. I was really looking forward to seeing you again, but if you do or say something stupid, I may just have to take you down a peg.
Who says there is no such thing as brotherly love?