Britney Spears and N’Sync invited themselves over to our old house on Summitlawn and just would not leave. Britney and Justin Timberlake were sharing a couch watching TV. I finally just left out the patio door and kept walking south.

Matt and I were living together. He built me a bathroom with glass walls and I was not happy. When looking out the north wall, I saw Maria. She was lividly yelling at me. “You may not be talking to me, but I’m talking to you, bitch.”

I ordered out for fettuccine alfredo. when the delivery guy came and we opened the gates, Honey escaped and ran towards Maria’s house.

I dreamt that Matt joined the Navy and didn’t even tell me until it was time for him to go to sea. He showed up on my doorstep in his uniform (he was quite smashing, of course) and said, “Uh, i’ve got to go.”

Matt has promised me that he will not join any branch of the Armed Forces without at least telling me.

Some miscellaneous political pundit was sitting in the corner of the hospital room. Mom and I were there with Grandma, who was crumpled on the floor much like I imagine the rehab hospital staff found her the morning of her stroke. The pundit was babbling about “See? This is why we need a patient’s bill of rights! And a prescription plan for seniors!” Then I turned to Mom and said, “Grandma’s never going to forgive us for burying her alive.”

It was entirely to creepy to believe.