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Last night I had a dream that I was back in grad school, but instead of studying theatre I was on some kind of bizarre polar expedition involving studying ice cores, which I only know about because of Eureka and The X-Files. I was working with my brother, and at one point we could see a storm rising on the horizon. There was a science station nearby, conveniently, so we ran inside to take shelter. We were in a room with glass windows -- I know, I know -- and when we saw the storm blowing in towards us, someone yelled "drop!"

We all huddled up against the wall so that when the windows blew in -- as they indeed did -- we wouldn't get covered in snow and showered in glass. The storm didn't last for very long, but when it lifted my brother wasn't in the room. I started searching the complex for him, because Mum would be pissed if I lost him, but nobody would page him and the complex was huge, and odds were good he was out in the snow somewhere, snowed to death by the storm.

Thanks, subconscious. Because what I needed on top of an asshole for a brother was guilt that I couldn't kick some sense through his head and turn him into someone who's not an asshole.

( For those just joining us: This is my story of me and my brother and how he's a jerk and I'm going to hell. )

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I don't want to spoil anyone for the Doctor Who christmas special so I'll put this image under a cut, ( but I just have to ask... )