I was Billy The Kid's younger brother but in a modern day trailer park. The funny thing was that he looked a bit like Kid Rock.

He had been shot and I was upset because of his lifestyle. Someone brought him home from the hospital and I was pissed to confront him but someone said I should try because he almost died. I ran outside and got choked up when I gave him a brief hug. He wanted me to join him but I wanted to say with some girl. I struggled to remember her name and he said it was my cousin.

Then it was like someone was telling me a story. I was sitting on a couch in an old lady's house. There was some type of doll with a fabric flap with words on it. The old lady was reading it to me. Something about whoever I, got married to his half sister and were happy until they died.

The other dream I was living with some guys. There were bunk-beds and some guy was painting a picture. There was a rocket in an abstract evening sky. Then it all became animated and the rocket flew around and exploded in brilliant hues of red and yellow. I stood mesmerized until the animation stopped. Then I lay down in a bed feeling so very tired. I wanted to get up again but I just could not make myself move. I was thinking the my kids must be staying with someone else so that I could rest. I felt my wife next to me and was very content.