My Brother The High Priest Imhotep?

I just realized that my brother looks sort of like Arnold Vosloo who plays the the mummy in the first two mummy movies: The High Priest Imhotep.

I can't really find a good picture of my brother but here compare.

Now just imagine that he is sucking the skin off the men who opened the chest containing the Book of the Dead.

If Dreams Have Deeper Meanings I Think I'm Screwed

So it started out with an odd dream of some sort of house in the country and we had to keep painting the lattice because we were fixing it up and there was a party afterward. Who is 'we,' might you wish to know? Well, we refers to myself and a friend I had in elementary school. She lived in Kendall so when we went to middle school we kinda lost contact. We missed each others phone calls and there was no facebook. Writing letters took too long and we were probably 14 by the time we had drifted apart. We still see each other occasionally, and we catch up a lot. We have fun, but we just can't seem to keep in contact.

This dream was not as cool as one from last week where Epica and Constance (my blonde and raven haired companions respectively) friends were helping me drive a fighter jet along the the highway. We were searching for a half a stick of watermelon gum. This half a stick of watermelon gum was the key ingredient to a spell that an evil monster man was trying to use to cause everyone in the world to become enslaved to him. There was lots of confused stopping along the side of the expressway to find it wasn't gum but just a piece of litter. There were also quite a few instances of running through random Grecian and Roman Temple ruins...

I shudder to think what Freud would make of that one.