Can’t Take a Piss
Sept 6, 2007
I had a dream last night that I was at my dad’s house. My step-mother was taking a nap. She told me not to leave the house, so what did I do. . . I left. (I’m sorry; I’ve always had a deviant side.)
Anyway, I walked to this local school to see the pastor’s wife directing a play with the kids. My father was sitting the second row on the left side in the middle of all parents watching their kids at rehearsal. The pastor’s wife said I wasn’t supposed to be there, but she needed my help. She wanted me to sit on the right side the first seat in the second row. I sat down as my father saw me and gave me an evil glare with eyes of anger.
My twelve year old brother had a huge role, but for some reason he wasn’t performing well. He seemed spacey and just out of it- no focus. He asked to be excused. I followed him.
He ran into the bathroom. I stood by the door. He said he couldn’t pee- he hasn’t be able to pee for days now. It hurts when he tried to pee. Nothing would come out. He was crying, but he acted like he was trying to be bigger than this.
I told him lets go to the doctor except the doctor said that it was all in his head. I said no it had a stone blocking his urine. They did an x-ray and I was right. Then I woke up.
