This dream was SO WEIRD. I mean they all are, but this one felt like an actual story...maybe even a good and interesting and believable one? But maybe that will unravel as I type it out. Here goes:
It took place in a fictional location that was near my parents' house. There was like a shopping center that I needed to frequent for some reason or other, and an old folks' home next to it. Over the course of several days, I made friends with this old guy at the shopping center, who lived in the home nearby. Thanksgiving was coming up, and I invited him to join my family. He declined at first, but I insisted, and then wrote down the information so he could get there. I hadn't told him my name at all yet, but I wrote it down for him with the address and phone number. I remember he had a weird reaction when he saw my name, but whatever.
Thanksgiving rolls around, and I go get my friend from the home. He's acting really uncomfortable, but I figure it's just because he's about to meet 30 of my crazy relatives. I plop him down in the den watching football with a bunch of the guys (Virginia Tech was up 14 to nothing after their first two possessions), and I run out with my mom to take care of some errands. She has to run in somewhere really fast, so I stay in the car to wait for her. While I'm in there, I find this book, and I pick it up and start to read, only to find it's about ME. Kind of.
I learn that my parents had a daughter in 1959 (three years before they actually met, but whatever, dream timeline). She looked just like me except that she had lighter hair, and they named her Margaret, just as my mom had always planned for her daughter. There were actually pictures of her all over our house, but I had always believed they were of me. Meg #1 had a terminal illness, and was in the hospital all the time. One day a pro baseball player was doing his charity thing and making the rounds. My mom and Meg #1 really bonded with this guy, Jim Grant. Turns out Jim Grant is the name of the old guy Meg #2 had brought to Thanksgiving...
Anyway, Mom takes for-fucking-ever on her errand, so I'm able to read really far into the story. Jim really cares for our family and offers to marry Meg #1 (who is like 3 years old, btw) so that we don't have to worry about money anymore. I'm not sure why he can't just GIVE us the money, and it's absolutely NOT a pedophilic situation -- in the dream it's just what he has to do to get Meg #1 the top notch care and help the family. It's all very much on the up and up.
But the media catches wind of this marriage between a celebrity baseball player and a toddler, and makes it a THING. And Hillary Clinton ends up prosecuting Jim for *crimes.* He's found guilty and his career is ruined and he has anger issues and drug problems and sort of exits the story at that point. Meg #1 eventually dies, and the family is very sad. There are photographs of the family mourning, and I realize that all of my cousins and aunts and uncles have been privy to this secret my (Meg #2) whole life, keeping it from me that Meg #1 ever existed. All those photos that I thought were my baby pictures are actually her. I examine them more closely now and see the obvious differences -- things I always previously assumed I'd just grown out of. Mom gets back to the car at this point in the story and I start grilling her. She tells the story of hospitals and tragedy, and explains why she was so uncomfortable with me bringing Jim to our Thanksgiving.
I go back and talk to Jim, and explain that I've just learned the whole story, and he explains that when he saw me, he saw her in me, and he felt this weird combination of love and resentment, because he cared very much for Meg #1 and our family, but that's what ruined his career/life when he was young and popular and wealthy. He had lost touch with my family and never knew when Meg #1 died, and so he was shocked when he learned that my name was Meg Massie and of course I looked the same, but I was too young, and Meg #1 had a terminal illness in the 60's, so...?
The dream sort of fizzled out here, at the point where everyone is putting all the pieces together. But I remember in my conversation with my mom about the legal case that followed the marriage (or plans to marry, I guess), with Hillary Clinton prosecuting, that it all made sense to me then why my parents hate her so much. But I understood why she'd be opposed to a grown man marrying a 3-year-old, and I still loved her and was going to vote for her. Apparently the timeline in my dream was such that election day would come after Thanksgiving.
Anyway, the end...