So the dream was about this odd family that is hard to describe. The parents drink, smoke, and cuss like sailors. The whole family (parents and two boys) fight frequently, but that seemed to be their way of expressing love for one another. The whole family spoke with a British accent, were nudists, and did some kind of family business where they all worked on some kind of art that they sold at scifi/fantasy conventions. Aside from the nudism and the geekiness, they were like British rednecks.
At the beginning of the dream, I was seeing everything from the younger boy's point of view, but I was just observing through him, I wasn't actually him. The older boy didn't seem to like the younger boy; I'd guess their ages at 8 and 9. The older boy teased the younger mercilessly, when he wasn't ignoring him, and even pushed him into a pile of animal dung at one point. But later in the dream, the two get a lot closer.
Halfway through the dream, they moved into a house that was extremely crappy, and it took on the aspect of a sitcom. The house apparently used to be a meth lab, but was decontaminated. But the house was also dilapidated; in one scene, they were replacing floorboards that had rotted. In another scene, they couldn't get through the door to the main bedroom. In his search for an entrance, the father went onto the roof for some reason, and fell through the roof into the bedroom... just as the rest of his family got through the door.
Something was wrong with the boys' bedroom, and they spent the first night out in a tent in the yard.
At some point in the dream, the younger boy realized that his older brother was a trans boy. For some reason, this had never been an issue; the boy even peed standing up somehow, without help. This was not some tomboyish girl, no; this boy OOZED male-ness, radiated it like the enriched uranium of gender. Like the rest of his family, he cursed like a sailor and fought at the drop of any hat.
The two boys even drank, too. But their father limited them to one beer a day.
After I woke up and started thinking about them again, I got more of the story. The older boy had violently rejected anything remotely feminine, and so by the time he was 1, they knew he was a boy. And a story idea appeared wherein the younger boy turns out to be a t-girl; she didn't realize this until after figuring out that her brother was a t-boy. How was it coming out in that family? They were in a store when she asked her mom if they could go to the girls' section for new school clothes. Mom's response was a quick glance, then a nod.
When she told her father, his response was "Well we have a daughter now, eh? So would you like a different name now?"
Because I'd gotten the names of the boys: the older one is Jamie, the younger *was* Chuck and then became Julia.
Oh, and another thing: they all have nicknames for each other. Chuck *was* called up-Chuck by his brother. He in turn called Jamie "Jim sock." I don't know the details for the parents yet.
One last bit: they may fight a lot, but the older brother's attitude to his younger sibling is "Only *I* get to beat (him/her) up!" And he'll beat the living shit out of anyone who hurts his sibling.
But yeah, I'm fascinated by this family.
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