Two dreams: first, I was here, in the kitchen, cooking dinner for Ron. I had a big steak in a small pan on the left hand back burner and some ham, potatoes, and beans in a pot, front, right. I was frustrated because Ron had picked at the potatoes and beans, which meant I had to make rice and would take longer.
There was more to the second dream. I was living in a big old house very similar to the house I'd lived in in Oakland, only it was bigger, in worse shape, and supposedly my great-grandparents had lived there. My roommates were Rachel Bloom, Rebecca, from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, and an uncle who as far as I know does not really exist. We were just moving in and Rachel, who we were calling, Rebecca, was living in a room upstairs towards the back of the house. Meanwhile, I was down in the dining room which had green wallpaper halfway up the walls, when a ghost, who looked very real and solid: a white man, around middle aged, with balding gray hair, asked me not to let the dogs in that room. I went up and told Rebecca and my uncle as I feared for the dogs' safety. Meanwhile, Rebecca's room was a real fire trap, and I was worried. She had a big space heater as well as a lamp without a shade, the lightbulb was like a big flame Christmas candle, fuchsia, and it had a strand of plastic stuck on it. When I tried to pull it off I got burned. I was telling her that the number one cause of house fires were those old stand up lamps with inverted shades, that they got hot enough to fry an egg. The second was people putting two dryer sheets in the dryer and leaving the house. The hardwood floors of her attic room had been redone and looked knotty. They were a light shade of amber and very nice.
