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I’m in some house with Melissa. The master bedroom is right off of the living room, and there’s a walk-in bathroom with a walk-in shower right off the bedroom. I’m up and getting ready. I think I thought it was late, but now I see that it’s actually much earlier than I’d usually be ready, at 6:45 am. The shower is brown stone with an inlaid ledge or two that we’ve put plants on to a really nice effect. One looks like a pothos; I inspect it and am distressed to find a couple leaves fall off at just my touch. The rest of it still seems healthy though. Another of the plants looks like a succulent, and I wonder how it’s going to do with the humidity. Out in the living room now, Melissa and I both see something move of its own accord? In a window, I see the reflection of a small, gaunt looking girl that’s not really in the room with us. We confirm that we both saw the same thing and I believe that this place is indeed haunted.

I’m in a house (that looks similar to Dad’s - at the bar counter by the back door) looking at a houseplant. It looks like a hanging pothos. It’s a lot longer than I remember; I hold up a strand of vines. There are some dead leaves underneath that I think I’ll need to trim, and I also see that it’s growing into? the plant next to it, what looks like a string of hearts. The vines of pothos slowly transition into the other plant at their ends.

I’m at some woman’s house with Melissa. She is moving and we’re buying something from her. I also start to think we may be able to find things we didn’t come for because she might be trying to get rid of everything. The neighborhood looks nice and suburban. She, a very friendly seeming, middle aged, thin, Asian woman, leads us through the front door. The house seems much larger on the inside than it looked from outside. It is clean and immaculate and minimal. The furnishings look comfortable and of quality. There is a floating staircase of extremely thin steps that bends just once to reach the second level. A huge house plant grows behind it and begins to twine into the railing. She sort of shows us around, but just as we pass things. I get the impression that she’s single and think she must be wealthy to furnish a house like this. I think she leaves for a while now, and we explore the house. There’s a huge living room with two different sectionals and another seating area, blending into a kitchen. The master bedroom is also down here, in a corner. It seems fairly unassuming, compared to everything else. The bathroom, however, has three different walk-in showers in one corner. I’m outside in the front yard now, with Makayla. There’s a tiny trampoline that I go jump on; it is stiff and not very fun. I tell Makayla this and to not bother with it. Mom is here too and is going on a jog. She starts a timer on her watch before leaving.

I’m with Melissa, in the backyard of our house (it feels vaguely the same, but also looks different - the yard feels bigger but also completely empty). There’s no snow, but it feels like it’s a winter month. I have our larger pothos plants out here and set it on a small table to water it. Moving some of the vines, I realize how big it’s gotten. I move one, and it slowly moves itself back to the direction it was growing in. There’s a thin layer of water on the table, which I now think will not be enough to bottom water it, so I decide to water it from the top. I now see Stella and Maggie run to the fence; I think we’ve ordered a pizza, and I guess it must be here.
*Melissa and I talked about pizza last night. I’m going to water the plants from the top today, after trying bottom watering last week.