JoannaB

Was meeting a friend's new boyfriend in a restaurant. In reality this friend is older and does not have a boyfriend. I was waiting with my husband. We could not wait longer, had to leave. I asked my husband whether we could leave his book as a gift for this man with the hostess. He agreed. Then the boyfriend came after all, and we agreed that he would take me home so I could get to know him better.

I was teenaged. My parents we already divorced. My father and I moved back to the house where we used to live as a family after apparently having lived elsewhere for a year. My mother came to visit me. My father disappeared upstairs. My mother wanted to know what his problem was. It's not like this is our old house, she said. I said, actually it is. Don't you recognize it? We just moved back. Then my mom was shockingly naked on the sofa.

My best friend S told me that she had also moved back to a former house, but she hated the kitchen there, but had no choice but to move back.

My mother with a baby bottle full of cream for me. It was embarrassing.

I was on the floor in a house and there was a young man or possible more people right outside patio door. We could talk. There was fire raining down. And he wanted to know whether this is normal. I was like, are you kidding, how can this be normal.