Dream fragment-

Brother was living with me at the old house in Boynton, and was having an athsma attack… he told me that he had to go to the emergency room, and that his friend (Patrick) had left rather than be put out by taking bro to the ER. I sat bro in front of the computer, which had an american lung association logo on it… he was bathed in a soft pink light until his symptoms stopped. Bro was fairly thankless, and just got up and took off – I told him to be sure and close the door, so that Newt wouldn’t get out. Of course, he didn’t, and Newt got outside.. but fortunately he was just sunbathing on the front lawn, and wasn’t creamed by a car or anything. Bro returned home and I bawled him out for being irresponsible, and he was very uncarnig about it…”hey, you know me, I can’t be relied on”… so I told him that if I couldn’t depend on him to close the door when he leaves, then he’d best find another place to live, becaus eI wasn’t going to put myself, loved ones and valuables at risk just because he’s a jerk. When the mailman came, I filled out a form, and had bro reassigned to a new address in cocoa beach… at 4pm the post office truck came by, picked him and all his stuff up, and unpacked him at his new address… bro didn’t seem to mind, the surfing was good, and we talked on the phone.