I was working in a museum (possibly inspired by my recent viewings of Night at the Museum), trying to get this exhibit up to code. It consisted of this tiki hut pavilion thing, and for whatever reason, it was placed in the middle of a slope on the floor and it just looked horrendous. I was getting frustrated and antsy because this was clearly all extremely important. This plotline was seeming dropped. It ended with me getting a phone call, telling me my brother was waiting for me. I think it may have been my mom calling, probably because I had just given her a call to confirm that she got the proper Mother's Day garbage in the mail.
Anyway, plot 2 had me in some sort of theatre where I was supposed to meet my brother. I found him seated at the highest level of seats, in the back, in a corner. It was kind of dark. I started talking with him, catching up; it had been a while. It became evident that he was sick or weak, and I brought it up and asked if he had seen a doctor or anything. He said it wasn't anything important. I think he said it was a cold. I kept thinking of cancer and how bad it was when he had leukemia as a teenager. I guess we finished up talking and I told him, "I miss you," and then started to walk away. Then I realized that it was a dream and my brother's been dead for 4 years.
I've been bummed about it all day. It really, really ruined my day.
