The last dream I had before I woke up this morning was about my brother. But… it was a bit of an odd dream.
I dreamt that someone kept using his Foursquare account. They checked into the same place over and over again, always with the same message.
“I love my home.”
I take this to mean that all is well and good wherever he is and that there’s a Chipotle, next to a comic book shop, that serves Guinness and never has any lines.