who knows why my brain picks up the people it uses to process my
dreams?

last night I dreamed a generational story. like how a family
evolved over 4 generations. I think I was in the second generation
of the story. I don't remember all the events of the dream. I do
remember the family had their own graveyard.

the end of the story came when my generation was old. I had 3 siblings,
and the oldest one was Gerald. He was dying, and they told it to us by
saying, "the patriarch is now turning orange." and I remember frwoning
within my dream thinking, who is my older brother? and it was Gerald.
and he was orange. and old. and I thought to myself, this is silly,
he can't die of old age *now*." so I grabbed him by the upper arms
and shook him and said STOP THAT.

and we went walking through the graveyard on a cloudy day.

and then the alarm woke me up. pesky thing.