I started out at work, and Chip (a guy I used to work with in the key room) was down in the receiving office. He was talking to Toni (my supervisor) about ordering channels on the Dish Network, but all he had was a list of channel numbers and he couldn't figure out which channels they actually were. I had just come into the office and he brought the list over to me and asked me if, since I used to have Dish Network, if I remembered any of the channels. The list was dark blue with light blue writing, and there were really large blocks of empty space to write in between each channel number. Each space was over an inch tall and went halfway across the paper. There were two columns of numbers and spaces.
I looked through the list and most of them looked unfamiliar. I found channel 160 and 162 and remembered that 160 was MTV, so I wrote that on his list. As I was writing it, I kept screwing it up. I couldn't figure out why I had so much trouble writing "MTV", but I had to scribble it out and start over many times.
I eventually gave the list back to Chip, apologizing for not being able to remember more of them. After he left, I saw a small white cardboard box on my desk. I asked Toni about it and she said that Chip left it there and that I could have it. When I opened it, it had some sort of decorative wash cloth thing in it.
Then I wound up going back home to grandmamma's house. I was in the room that used to be Eric's and Matthew's (brothers) and it was huge, as if it took up the entire second floor. It was brightly and colorfully lit, and there was a twin size Tempur-pedic bed against the wall opposite of the closet. Em had showed up there, but it was almost as if I didn't know her very well yet or something because I knew that there was someone else that was supposed to be moving into that room with me, but we had a falling out and it turned out they weren't going to move in. I was either talking about this with Em or around her, and she piped up and volunteered to move in there with me. I was really happy about this. I also realized that there was a second Tempur-pedic bed in the room that was originally setup for the first person, but now Em and I could put the two side by side as if they were a single king sized bed.
I wound up going to sleep and then I woke up again. My alarm was going off and it was 3:30am just like any normal work morning. We were back in our normal bedroom in Texas and Em was there and she had just come to bed. When my alarm went off and I woke up, she got up, too.
She hadn't been feeling well the night before (which was true in waking life, too) and she had spent most of her night up and about trying to not keep me awake. When we got up, she was telling me about the stuff that she had been doing during the night. As I was looking around, I saw that all the lights and fans were on. She said something about "the skylight", and I went into the laundry room and saw that we not only had a skylight, but it was wide open and letting in a lot of heat and humidity despite the fact that it was dark out. I said something to Em about this and she apologized and I pushed the button that lowered it back into place and closed it up.
As I proceeded to the front of the house, it was suddenly very light out and sometime around 7:30 or 8am. I neared the computer room and I found that Em's parents were visiting. They were sitting on the floor just inside the front door. I said good morning to them and went into the computer room. While I was in there, they chatted a little bit with both Em and I.
While I was in the computer room, I noticed a box or crate to the left (my left) of Paul between him and the apothecary. They had just taken the lid off the box and were kind of rearranging the contents of it using a brush or scoop of some sort. I noticed that it was a box of ashes.
I was starting to wonder about it when I remembered something Em had told me earlier. (I don't think she actually said it during the course of the dream. I think it was more of a fabricated memory.) She told me that she had gone to an alternate universe or time line, and while she was there she had found me, but soon after I had died. She wound up having me cremated there, and when she came back, she brought my ashes with her.
I wound up laughing because of the strangeness of being dead and alive at the same time and everyone wound up looking at me like I was doing something very bizarre. I pointed at the box and said how weird it was that there was "an alternate version of me" in the box. No one else seemed very surprised by it, though, and just kind of shrugged it off.
After that, I messed a little bit with something I was wearing on my head. It wasn't a hat or scarf or anything that I really recognized, but it was light blue and a bit fuzzy. Paul made some sort of comment about, possibly about it making me look like a sailor or something.
About that time I think I tripped, and on my way down I noticed that Nelly's litter box was there in the living room where the CDs normally sit. There was a lot of kitty poo around on the carpet because the litter box was too full, and when I put my hand down to catch myself from falling, I gone one stuck to the palm-side of my left index finger. It was so stuck that it wouldn't even shake off.
I went into the bathroom to wash off the poo and I saw myself in the mirror. I almost looked like a "Gotti boy" or a "guido" because of how the blue thing I was wearing had pulled my hair back and made it all spiked up. When I was done washing my hands I took the thing off, but my hair persisted to look all spiked up.
Eventually I wound up leaving and driving away. Rather than driving from my house, though, it was like I was driving from my old high school. Also, even though it had been warm at the house, it was now very cold, and by the time I had gotten to the intersection at Rt. 11 there was snow on the ground. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make it slick. I was on the phone whooping and hollering to Em about how great it was that it had snowed.
The light at the intersection was green, and I wound up driving through a little too fast. I was turning left to go north, and there was a cop stopped at the light waiting for it to turn green for him to go north, too. I knew he saw me going too fast, but I was hoping that as long as I didn't slide around, it would look like it was okay and the cop wouldn't bother to pull me over. I think I made it through okay and the dream ended.
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