dream

Mom had died (not really my mom because dream-me wasn't really me so i wasn't feeling any grief) so my brother (not Paul) and i spent the day taking care of post-mortem things with our stepdad, J. G. Ballard (none of whose books i've read; i blame reddragdiva for mentioning him recently), and at the end i invited him to move in with me and my brother (neither of us were married and dream-dad was long gone).