I was at mom's and Pat's (step-father) house packing up some of my stuff, and I remember walking around through the living room and through the stairway at the front door. Then I was on a school bus, and Mike (manager at Papa John's) was driving it.
We were in Weyers Cave, and as we came to the end of the subdivision where Scott (best friend from elementary school) lives (kind of close to where the apartments are that Pat used to live in) we stopped, and I tossed my red gym bag out. I was doing this because I was supposedly moving, and I was moving my stuff by taking it onto the bus with me and tossing it out at the appropriate spot.
A little while later, I went past the same place, but this time Mike's mom was driving the bus (which she IS a bus driver in real life) and when we got to that spot, she said something about she had gotten some message about how I needed to be taken immediately to the house that I was moving in to. I asked her if she could drop me off, and so she said okay, and the next thing I know is that I'm outside of Mike's (former step-father) house, and there's some sort of remodeling crew there, and evidently they were waiting on me to do something, but at the same time, they didn't want me to go into the house. My mom and a couple of others were there, and she had a car full of my stuff.
I looked into the front door of the house, and they remodelers had torn up the floor in some places, and torn out the walls in others, just leaving the 2x4's. I think they were telling me that I couldn't go in, but at the same time mom really needed to get rid of my stuff. So finally the remodelers were leaving because they realized that I was going inside anyway, and so as they drove off, I picked out some of my stuff from mom's car and took it inside.
At first I was thinking that I would take the very back room in the second floor for mine and Theresa's (from Kentucky) room, but then I decided that because of being scared of things so easily, I didn't want that one until at least they had returned from Kentucky, and so I took my old downstairs room instead.
I put whatever I was carrying in there, and I saw that some of my other stuff had already been moved in, and some of Mike's old stuff hadn't been moved out. I put whatever stuff of mine on this white book case that was out in the middle of the room, and then I turned towards the bed. The old bunk bed was still there, and so I decided that I'd have the bottom bed. I was going to get rid of the old bed that was there and put mine in instead. I told Eric and Matthew (brothers) that when they came to visit to spend the night that they could sleep on the top bunk and that I'd get a new mattress to put up there.
I then remember being out in the kitchen area sitting at a table. I remember mom making the comment of how she liked the type of windows that were in this house, meaning the ones that swung out instead of slid up. Where I was sitting was back in the corner where the stove and sink should've been, but they were no longer there. I said something about it, and I was told that he had taken those things out. I turned to my right and looked back behind me, and there was an area that had been built on that had a huge fireplace and another room built off to the left of the fireplace (the fireplace was turned at a 45 degree angle, with the front facing towards the living room area, and the door was on the left of that.) There were several black kettles and fairly old, but unused looking utensils and such around the fireplace, and I just couldn't imagine Carol (Mike's wife) using that to cook. I thought that maybe it was more for looks (even though it was kind of in it's own room) and that the stove was back around the corner of the room behind the fireplace. But I still wondered about the sink.
I then got up and was looking around, and there was a lot of stuff that Mike hadn't taken away, and for some reason I got the impression that he had just left it behind. I was over in the living room area, and there was still a sofa and such there, and a low table or pedestal area where the big TV would've been, but he had taken that. I turned to the corner that was beside the door that went outside, and there was this bar looking area there. I wondered what was inside of it, although for some reason I knew it had grapes and stuff that were making wine, and so someone (I think it was mom) opened the door on it, and sure enough, there were about four tubs of grapes that were juicing themselves into some sort of vat below to make wine later. I wondered what in the world I was going to do with that because I didn't drink wine.
I then turned around back to the wall where the opening leads back to my room and the bathroom area, and there was a new thing that had been built that extended out about 5 or 6 feet. It wasn't as tall as the rest of the room, and on top of this was where there were some lights situated to light the area. There was a door on the front of this thing, and so mom opened it, and there was all this food inside, stored in the same sort of bins that the wine grapes were in in the bar. There were all sorts of things in there, but what predominated was fruits like grapes and chunked pineapple, some vegetables, and lots of cake. The cakes were as varied as the fruits and veggies in that there were round ones and square ones, whole ones, half ones, chocolate ones with Oreo cream icing and yellow ones with chocolate icing. There were all sorts. When the door was opened to look inside, there were not only these foods inside, but they were sitting outside of it, too. As soon as the door was closed, though, all the food was back inside.
Soon after this, I was talking to mom, and she was asking me what it was that I used to be scared of so badly when I was younger. I told her that I didn't really know, but it was just kind of everything. She asked me for specifics, and so I told her as an example, I was afraid of seeing a skull on the shelves in the bathroom. She acted kind of surprised at this, but at the same time she didn't. I think it was because she could see being afraid of seeing that, but she didn't know where I had gotten the idea.
We then went out to the back porch, and I was still looking for the stove. I found the clothes washer and the dryer on the back porch, and there was a blanket or something thrown up over one or both of them, and then after a bit, I saw that the washing machine was broken. One of the "legs" had fallen off of it and so it couldn't finish it's last cycle, and the pink soap water was all sitting in the bottom still from where it couldn't drain out.
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