I "wake up" in Marie's house. I hear the TV blaring and I know that Otis is in there with a loud show on sleeping. I don't have my glasses or contact lenses and everything is blurry - plus I feel like when you wake up in the night and stumble to the bathroom without really opening your eyes all the way.
I hear road sounds and I realize that I am not hearing the road sounds of Marie's house, I'm hearing the road sounds of my own house. I wander to the bathroom to try and put in my contacts but it feels like I am seeing things and picking them up, but not having the expected item in my hand. I realize what's going on - I am walking through my own house, but I am still dreaming and seeing Marie's house. I hear Anne and Michelle playing on the floor next to Marie and Otis's bed and I go in there to talk to them. I try to explain what's going on but they just laugh at me. They aren't being mean, but they don't really get it because they are just dream people. I walk back into the bathroom and they follow me. I look and see that they are small. I drop to my knees and put my arms around them and say, "You're little!!" They are about my height kneeling and I think they must be about 6 or so. "I'm so excited! I get to hang out with little babies Anne and Michelle in my dream!!" They didn't really "get it" - but they laughed and walked back into Otis's room to play.
I walk downstairs thinking about this lucid dream that I'm having. I pause before opening the garage door. "Okay - since this is a lucid dream, I can imagine anything I want and make it be there! Oh but I hope I don't imagine something scary! What if I imagine a creature or..." At that moment a black and white cat brushes past my legs and pushes the cracked door open the rest of the way. I see that it's Max, a cat that passed away several years ago when I was housesitting. He was looking young and healthy instead of old and decrepit. "Oh good! It was just a cat!" I briefly thought about how I could bring dead people back to life in my dream, or see any animal, or make anything. I walked out into the garage which was empty (I guess I hadn't had time to materialize anything).
I remember that there had been a lot of mail in the mailbox the last time I was there, so I decide to bring it in. Next to the mailbox, I see a table with a huge plastic sleeve full of about 25 pictures. The pictures are all terribly faded from the weather, but I see that they are all pictures of me - and they are the nice professional ones that Marie had had taken throughout my childhood. I am suddenly on the phone with Marie. "Why did you leave my pictures out to be destroyed by the weather?" "I didn't! Those are just a bunch of pictures we found in the attic!" "No they aren't, they are pictures of me!" "No they aren't, they are pictures of the random people who lived in the house before we bought it."
The conversation ended, but I knew they were pictures of me.
The mailbox was totally stuffed and overflowing and I gathered up all of the packages, letters, and newspapers. I start going through them inside the garage. There are a surprising number of containers of frozen sausages, frozen buffalo wings, and frozen Slim Jims. I eat the buffalo wings and I'm about to move the sausages to the freezer for storage when I realize that they have been in the mailbox for a long time, maybe since summer. They were frozen now because the weather was freezing, but they could have thawed out any number of times and give me food poisoning. What have I done?!?
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