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I dreamed that I was at Jack and Jill’s place. We had dinner together. I don’t recall seeing the kids there. It seemed to be a friendly occasion, as though we were perhaps trying to defrost the ice in our relations after all these years. It is also pretty clear that this is being driven by their pity for me, the way they look at me, like I'm somebody who has experienced some horror that they cannot even begin to imagine, like they realize how wretchedly lonely my life has been. And there was an awkwardness to it all. As we made our goodbyes and I was leaving them, I did not carry away the impression that we were really going to be friends, much less brothers again. It has been too many years and that possible world is lost to us for good.
