I dreamt that I was my brother was moving into my place. I think I had just moved to this place, it was an apartment in a building. I had unpacked all of my dishes and had finally made everything just so. I saw that he had boxes of kitchen items on the counters. I didn't like the ideas of mixing our things. I knew he would forget what was his and what was mine and it would be annoying when it came to splitting everything up. I was going to tell him to just leave his things, but then I decided he could have his things out and I would pack mine back up. I saw that two of my dishes had already been broken. He was about to give me some excuses of why it broke and that it was just a dish, not a big deal, when he realized he actually had broken one of his own dishes that were his nice ones. He wasn't happy. I was glad about my decision to pack up my things.
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