afternoon delite

I was in a colorful little apartment - with my family, white, elderly Englishmen and women. We were going to sleep, some on the floor, some on the couch, all cramped together. i was lying on the floor and in pajamas. two of my elderly and frail uncles lay on 2 cots close together. in the night, one of them peed on himself and in his sleep threw the blanket onto his brother who then threw it onto another relative and so on til it made its way round to me where i woke up groggily, heard the commotion made by one of my aunts, and in disgust, got up and went to take a bath.

walking by my uncles on the couch in the living room where they were cheerfully going to watch TV, I hissed "thanks for throwing the urine-sodden blankie on me!" the guilty one looked innocently at his brother and said in a heavy accent "well! and see how the women of this world are getting on - she's always fussin and..." and his voice faded out as i tromped to the rest room, full of piss and vinegar, but still fond of my dodering relatives. I started the bath, with a jimi hendrix solo going on in the background, but which i ignored. good dream.