rshort1202
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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.

At work, the warehouse has been cleared and everything replaced with orderly rows of empty carts (the large white ones). I walk through, happy with the change. Jake and Micheal? are at the CP counter. I start to sort some books, but it doesn’t last long. Now I am in the break room. Ben is about to leave and keeps offering me his weed pen (it is protruding from the center of the backside of a backpack). I say no once or twice, until he holds it right under my face, and then I take a single hit. At first I exhale nothing and think he’s going to think I didn’t really hit it, but then some smoke comes out. I think it’ll be enough to get me high, and I don’t really want to be. I think about me having to drive home, but then I see it’s only 1:51. Matt and Sara now walk in. Matt heads to the back (book fair) and Sara starts talking politics to one of my coworkers. I’ve been listening to the Tedeschi Trucks Band, but I think it’s paused right now.

I am at work. Nicola is here and showing me how to do something. First, we have to take a picture of ourself, looking up through some contraption that looks like a toilet. The camera we use is like the kind my family had when I was a kid. I play around with it and reminisce, since it’s been a while since I’ve seen one of these. She goes first, arranging her skirt? so as not to reveal herself, even though I somewhat pointedly look away. I go next, sitting on the seat, extending my arm down to hold the camera facing up at the bottom of the tube, and snap the picture. Looking at it on the screen, it’s very unflattering. The background is dim and grainy, yet my face is bright and making an uncomfortable looking expression.

I’m outside somewhere, in a line for something. The area is grassy, with what seems like a few farm-style buildings (it reminds me of Apple Hill). The line is maybe two dozen people, all unfamiliar, except for Makayla right next to me. There’s a blue, above-ground pool off to the side. At first, I think it’s full of hot water because I think I see steam coming off of it. Then, I decide that it’s cold. I find out by simply jumping in. It’s cold, but not overly so. It feels really good. Nobody else gets in.
*We were talking about apple hill yesterday.