Earlier on in the dream, I started out at The Villas in Texas. Em and I were in the bedroom, and we heard the front door open and close. I went out into the living room, and it was one of the maintenance guys with a air conditioner filter under his arm. I think he was a tall Asian guy. I said something to him about, "Oh, you're here to change the filter. Okay." I think that Em was a bit upset at first that he had just waltzed in here, but I told her it was okay.
We both wound up going back out into the living room while he was there. I remember something about going and looking out the front door, and someone else had come buy. I think it was an Asian lady, and she was trying to sell something to us. We declined and sent her on her way.
There was something about Em's parents, too. I'm thinking that they called or showed up briefly, and they were saying that we needed to do something with the car. The thing is, Em's car was at the mall in the parking lot. I think it was at the Harrisonburg mall, but it wasn't a far drive. Em and I got there, and we finally located the car outside of where the theaters used to be at that mall. I remember that whatever it was I had to do took a bit of preparation. I had parked across from the car (in front of it, I think, in the next row of parking spaces) and I was walking and looking around Em's car. In the dream, it was pretty clear as to what I was supposed to be doing, but I don't remember now what it was. Whatever it was, it involved quite a bit, and I know it took quite some time to accomplish.
I remember being outside of the car, and then inside of it, and I know I was doing something with it as I was sitting in the driver's seat. Finally, whatever it was that I was doing was finished, and I was able to get the car out of there and get it home.
After this, I went to some friend's house. I'm not sure who the friend was, but one of the first things that I remember was that it was actually very similar to work. I had gone back into some back room, and there were all these cages with cats in them. They weren't being kept there in some cruel manner. It was more like a pet store. There were ten or twelve cages on the left wall.
As I stood there and looked at them, there was a wall behind me about six or eight feet back, and the majority of the room was off to my left. Past the left end of the cages was the door. It was a tan or cream colored room, and there were windows there allowing in natural light, though it wasn't extremely bright, it was bright enough to not have to use lights.
At one point, Don from work came back through the door and was asking about if there were any cats back there. He then started telling some story about cats, but I forget what it was. As he told the story, the room started to change a bit. On the right side (viewed from still facing the cages), it opened up into a big kitchen. At the same time, it had a similar feeling to being in Pier 1. There were a couple of stacks or cabinets of items around in the middle, and off to their left was the island for the kitchen. I looked around at the stacks, and I looked inside the cabinets, and all the while Don was telling his story. His wife (who in waking life that looks more like Don in a bad frizzy blond wig) was there, and she was talking, too.
Eventually it was more like they were having a conversation, but I think that she may have also been saying things to me. I'm not sure what, but I know I felt a little bit uncomfortable being there. Finally I left the kitchen, and I went into the dining room (which was approximately where the cat room used to be). There were a bunch of people in there, and there was something about talking with people on the phone and hanging around with friends and their parents. I'm not sure how old I was supposed to be, but I know that a couple of the friends were talking about Ward Blackwell (a kid I used to go to school with in elementary school).
At one point, I wound up on the phone in the friend's bedroom. I think I was on there for quite some time, and somehow I have the impression that I was on the phone with someone I wasn't supposed to be. I think it had to do with the parents rather than the friends. Well, eventually I got off the phone, and the dad of the main friend (who was played by a tall, long haired, and only wearing boxers version of William H. Macey, the guy from Fargo and Mystery Men) was saying something about me being on the phone for so long. I told him that it had been Ward Blackwell, and he laughed and said something about, "Yeah, that boy sure can talk!" and he walked off. Evidently that was something that had come up before, and that's why I had said it this time around. There was also some sort of joking or something going around about Michael Jackson and George Michael. (Not joking about them together, but just at different times)
I eventually made my way out to the dining room because we were about to have some big dinner, and I sat at the table. The dining room looked a lot like the dining room of Aunt Irene's house on Clark Street. Mr. Macey was there kind of off to my left, but across the table. He was still standing, and something happened, and he got drenched with water. I remember seeing the water flying at him as if someone had thrown a huge bucket of water at him, but at the same time, the water had no source. It came from no where. One thing that came to mind when I saw it was about his long body hair (arms, chest, back, lets) and how it was all hanging down about six inches after getting soaked.
Then, there was something about me bringing my face very close to the table, and I had some sort of rectangular flat ceramic dish or something, and I was laying toothpicks on it. They were the round sort, and so they kept rolling around. I was laying them on there in such a way that I was trying to lay them as close together as possible without having them touch. On the left side I was laying them horizontal, and on the right side I was making them vertical because there wasn't space for another horizontal row. I had started once and realized they were too far apart, and so I started again putting them much closer together. They still wanted to roll around, and I remember that I had to be careful with breathing on them because that would ruin the whole thing.
Someone was making another George Michael joke, and I laughed, and as I looked up, George Michael was actually there in the room, a couple of seats down and across the table from me to my right. I wondered if he had heard it, and thought for sure that he had, and I was thinking to myself that people needed to be careful not to make him mad.
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