We were watching a dvd and at the end we found an old home movie, that began with me as a kid making a spectacular prat-fall on the front porch of a house. Other family members came to comfort me in a theatrical way. I decided it must have been some play I had written and convinced my family to film. My mom did not appear so I thought she must have been the one filming. Toward the end, my father appeared in a Victorian costume, with a top hat. Then there was a scene with my baby brother.
I took a lot of convincing myself that it was a dream. I analyzed it quite a a bit while half asleep.
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