Kitchen

Apr 4, 2026

"I'm in my childhood home but the rooms don't connect the way they should — I walk through the kitchen door and end up in a hallway I've never seen before, lined with framed photos of people I almost recognize. Every door I try leads somewhere that doesn't belong in this house. My mother is there but she won't look at me directly. She's cooking something at a stove that keeps moving to different walls. I try to tell her something urgent — I can feel how important it is — but I can't remember what it is the moment I open my mouth. She says "you already told me" and keeps stirring. The house starts filling with water from somewhere below. Not flooding urgently — just rising slowly, ankle deep, then knee deep. The framed photos stay dry somehow. I'm not panicking but I know I should be moving and I'm not. Outside the windows it's a neighborhood I don't recognize pretending to be mine. The streetlights are on even though it's the middle of the day. A dog is sitting on the sidewalk staring at the house. It doesn't move. It's been there the whole time. I wake up before the water reaches the stairs but I have the feeling I've left something important behind in one of those rooms."

Feb 6, 2026

"Was on a farm resturant working on preparing food. One girl I knew came over and I corrected her on something she was doing wrong. I corrected her and she was receptive to the correction. Another guy made a similar mistake and I tried to correct him but he said he won't be corrected by a noob. I said I'd been working there for over a year. He said he also wouldn't be corrected by someone who was so stuck in his ways to be in the same position for that long with no forward momentum. I got mad and woke up"

Jan 19, 2026

"I walked into the farmhouse where I grew up, I was doing things in the kitchen I looked down and muff my dog who died 35 years ago was looking at me smiling and my best friend Kathy's three dachshunds we're picking fur matts off the muff. I realized my friend was going to be worried sick about her dogs. What was very surprising as they were very happy and not parking and they bark constantly. I tried calling her on my phone for some reason I had a Rick and Morty app that was glitchy and wouldn't let me text Kathy... I tried and tried and tried and I couldn't get a hold of her. My sister Barry shows up and tells me that something is wrong with my phone case so I take it off and my phone immediately blows up to about the size of a poster. My other sister Bambi shows up and said I can call her on her phone but of course I don't know her number it's on my phone. My nephew Ezra shows up grabs the humongous phone and said I had to take it all apart and reboot it and I definitely did not want to do that. In the meantime my son Eli who I guess now is about four is getting something out of the oven without his oven mitts on and I know he's kind of burned himself and I'm worried sick and I start yelling at him and then I feel really bad I yelled at him. And then I start worrying again because poor Kathy must be worried sick about her dachshunds. All this is happening at The farmhouse where I grew up pretty much in the kitchen. Then I woke up cuz I had to go to the bathroom"