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Do you ever want to be welcome in my house again?

Dream. I was at my step-mothers house, the house I grew up in. It has been re-configured since I was a child. My father is a carpenter and after we kids moved out he moved the kitchen to the living room and the the living room to the kitchen. They finally finished the floors and bought a microwave as well.

The AA grifter who took me for a thousand dollars came in. I've been entertaining him in my heart as the program says we don't have to like everyone, but we do have to love them. Even so, in the dream, I had
enough. I pulled him aside from the family and said forcefully,

Took a nap a short while ago.
Baby on my chest, pillows propped
on either side of us as guards
to prevent my rolling over.

Slipped into sleep.

Was riding in the back
of my friends car.
Baby on my chest.
My friend was drunk.
Driving. Running a red light.
I was drunk. Passing out.
I struggled to say
before the blackness
"Watch out. The light it red."
I didn't care.
The oblivion came.
My friend drove my son
and I through a red light.
I didn't care.

I woke safe in bed.
My son asleep on my chest,
the way it should be.
Sober.