:: Life when I'm asleep ::

:: Saturday, June 08, 2019 ::

Was asked to house sit by a friend who was running out of town. She wanted to make sure her kids ate. As I got there,  I noticed I was driving down the street I grew up on because I recognized the house if my sister's friend.  I went to the house at the end,  of the woman who worked at the bank and had three kids.

I was outside and alone for a long time and was considering doing something but I wasn't sure I wouldn't be caught (not exactly sure what,  probably masterbating) and I decided to change my shirt instead.  The shirt was a little  small but I knew it would be fine if I stretched it out,  like it was what it was meant to do.  I went inside and realized how clean the house was.  In my dream she was a hoarder, or her husband was according to later on in the dream.

As I was mid shirt change,  the youngest came home.  Not the child in real life that I grew up with,  but a nice young girl who wasn't surprised her mother would run off with no word.  We chatted for a bit before Beth from GL came in.  She didn't live there but won a stay according to the girl who behind Beth's back told me I had better be nice ti her or she'd make my life difficult,  kinda like the kids that I grew up with.

Beth goaded me about dinner.  I said my culinary skills were about fifth grade evolved (spaghetti,  mac and cheese)  and she replied,  good you can make me fried chicken then and flounced off. I looked at the girl who basically looked at me like "hey,  I warned you. What you do with that is your own"

I followed Beth to say it wasn't going to happen when the dream morphed.  I was still on the house but it was different from reality and I was no longer in the house on the street that I grew up in and Beth was now K, the woman from the rescue,  and she was talking to someone about butchering your own chicken. This was when I was able to infer that the hoarding was the husband's fault Ann's that he was in recovery and doing well,  but there were a few quirks that resulted and seven fridges and freezers were part of it,  even if they didn't hold much.

K brought me to a mattress size slab of chicken and she had a hand held power saw that she intended ti cut it up with.  She offered to let me do it but I deferred on ignorance citing my previous claimed 5th grade culinary skills.  She said it was easy and made a few long cuts down the length,, something about the ribs,  spine,  and the breast meat in the middle. When she was done cutting we went into thew living room where there was one of her friends and at least one other was there but had stepped out due ti the cigarettes.  I sat in a chair far away from them Ann's wondered how we could be friends if they smoked (I'm allergic). K  suddenly remembered something and ran off. Her friend was knitting and didn't say anything ti me.  K returned with a plastic take out container, the kind with the black bottom and the clear top, and inside were randomly placed two bite desserts you might get at a late party. It looked like there had been more in it originally due to the random placement.  She wished me a happy birthday and sat back down and picked up her knitting. 

:: posted by the sleeping one 2:01 AM [+] ::
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