Out of the thunderstorms which kept us awake last night, the last of which seemed to pass right over the house:
It started in an old house in Maryland, where there was a vanity that had belonged to my mom, where she left some things for me. There was hair from my sister's and from my first haircuts, and a couple other childhood mementos. Then there was an envelope, and when I opened it I discovered that my biological father wasn't the stranger whose name and (very limited) history she'd made up, but was my uncle. This made my cousins my siblings! Oh, there was something in that dream about telling this to my soon-to-be former son-in-law while he was in the bath in my grandparents' (now my aunt's) house, and an old pick-up truck with no brakes that my uncle had left for me. Very weird stuff.
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