Dream CLXXXIX

All of the family went to church services on Sunday.  As was his usual wont, my younger brother fell asleep and leaned against me.

Eventually, this became very tiresome--I wanted to move, but he refused to shift himself or his weight.

Finally, I decided "Enough is enough" and I tried to pull my arms and hands away.  But he resisted, applying an increasing pressure on me; I could feel his teeth sinking into my hands.  In my struggles, my glasses flew off of my head, breaking into several pieces.  This was a repair that would cost me more money than I could afford!

At this time, I was really angry and demanded that he let me go.  I managed to pull my hand away from his teeth...and I saw that I had no tooth marks in my hand.  In fact, my brother had never been near me.  He was several seats away.

I examined the marks in my hand, and wondered who had touched them off.