Reviews, Recipes, and Random Slices of Life

I was in a supermarket of some sort, with my little brother (I do not have a brother), a redheaded child of about 3 yrs. of age. My grandparent (though they were not my grandparents) were picking him up and hugging him despite the fact that he obviously did not want to be hugged. I tried to get them to stop it, saying that if they forced him to pretend to affection, he would grow up cold and distant. They said that if they did not force him, he would grow up to be a sociopath. Did I want my little brother to turn into a troglodyte? (We fought troglodytes in game yesterday.) I got him away from them and went to look at what the store sold. All they sold was candles, and everything was on sale. They weren't very good candles, though. They were in small bags like the bags that hold 2/$100 candy at convenience stores.

It was only after I woke up that I realized the small boy was Damian, from The Omen. And the "grandparents?" The scary old people from Mulholland Drive.

My non-existent brother was the Antichrist.

Good thing my parents stopped having kids before I got a brother.