Monday Mixing

I dreamt about my brother last night. He lazily manned a drink mixing booth, which was awfully similar to his real life job of being an alcohol distributor. A group of family members, friends, strangers and I gathered around his booth in a half moon seating arrangemnet as he went about slowly mixing our drinks and disappearing for rather lengthy periods of time. He kept his cool as the patrons hounded him for Coca Cola, whiskey, unheard-of-beer, and smoothies. I had never seen so many people so thirsty in my life and their thirst made them grouchy, impatient and retalitory and yet Adrian moved about as if hovering above a cloud. Each time he hovered by the patrons the immense luck of his beverages would shower down into their cups allowing, once and for all, to quench their thirst as the temperature in the building felt like a greenhouse with its moist debilitating heat. I sat like a lump of worn out Play Dough: salty and pink from the heat. In my lethargic state my mind moved with thoughts about running my own business, giving people what they want, having the courage to take on great responsibilties, living in the moment and staying calm amidst utter chaos. My brother, he was doing just that. I felt proud of him and looked to him as a role model of courage and calm dividing up the elixirs of life one cup at a time.