I know it's been a really long time (months maybe?) since I posted here in the dream journal, and it's not that I haven't been dreaming, it's more that by the time I get to a computer to type it out the details fade, I get busy, or life and work get in the way.
Last night's dream was bittersweet. I was at my grandmother's house from my childhood (she moved 10+ years ago) and my little brother walked in the door. My brother that has been dead for 4 years. He came home, he was back... and not a raised from the dead, can't be in the sunlight because he's a vampire back, he was real and here. I was so surprised I put a cast iron skillet in the microwave and turned it on. No worries though, it was just a couple of seconds and I didn't burn the house down. The whole family was shocked to find out that it was all a terrible mistake and he had been in hiding (the reason was never clear) for the past few years.
I also had a dream that I was a Broadway star and was playing Roxy in Chicago. During intermission we would go out (in character) to the lobby and teach dance moves to the kids at the performances, as I was dancing and singing with a little girl, a young woman in the concessions line started heckling me, and I stormed over (in really tall stilettos) and had her thrown out of the theatre. Because Roxy Hart is badass. Apparently.