I was in a house where my brother Chris (probably 13-14 years old) was sleeping in a small hallway on the ground floor of the house. He was just lying on the floor. Of course he couldn't move because of his muscular dystrophy. At the end of the hallway was a large window which had a screen over it. During the night some children came up to the screen and began pounding on it, as if they wanted to break in and hurt Chris. I ran into the hallway and headed toward the screen; but it was dark, and I couldn't see anybody there. By the time I reached the screen, the children had disappeared.
I walked to the front door of the house, stepped outside and walked around to the window. Although some people were out on the street, I didn't see anyone by the window. The only thing that surprised me was that it was light outside; I had expected it to be dark. I saw some children across the street, but I didn't know if they had been the ones who had been banging on the window. A man was standing on the porch next door.
I walked back into the house through the back door. As I was entering, some people who I knew were trying to be artists, painters, showed up. I suddenly decided I no longer wanted to be around these particular people; when they tried to enter the house, I told them that they couldn't come in. At the same time I glanced at some paintings which they were carrying with them; none of the paintings appealed to me. I just wanted to cut myself off from these people and not let them into the house anymore.
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