Baby Sister...

 I dreamed last night that I was living "on the streets" of some big city with my younger brother Bruce (who died in real life from a burst aortal aneurysm shortly after my arrest, in 2005). We made our way, through an alley to an abandoned house where we crashed (i.e. lived and slept) with some friends and my youngest sister, Teena (older than me in real life, but younger than my other sisters) who was taking care of my brother and I (in the dream) by providing food, and shelter (she had found the abandoned house, and secured it against other homeless kids. 

In the dream, Teena showed me some food she got for us, and told me I could have what I wanted (I remember there being peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and pop tarts (also, p b and j). She said, "Mom should be the one feeding us (but our mom was out "dating men", or something), and I said, "Mom shouldn't have left us (alone), i.e. I didn't mind not being fed, but it hurt more to be "abandoned", per se).

After that, a friend "pothead" who stayed with us came in and I offered him some food too. Then I said, "If I had a baby sister then we could pimp her and make money. It was meant as a joke, but I felt really bad after I said it because I realized my sister might have heard. So I went over to where my sister, Teena, was sitting with my brother, Bruce, playing video games on an old dilapidated sofa and told her we needed to talk. She and I went into an alcove an my brother tagged along. Then I "confessed" to her about what I had said, and told her I felt sorry. She said it was okay, but I still felt bad, so I told her I needed a hug, and she got up so I could hug her, and as I did she said, "Don't hold back on me (i.e. she wanted a hug too), then I said, "This is what sisters are for," and meant it in contrast to my earlier "joke".

[J.D. October 27, 2020]