Dreamt about a white house. I lived there, and it was in this nicer neighborhood. It had a little screened-in porch.
I was supposed to meet Berta for lunch, but I'd missed her call from being out on the porch so I made a smoothie.
There was tons of bacon on top of my fridge. I threw it all away. None of it was cooked and it smelled rotten. There was so much of it in different containers- foil and plastic.
Then Clark came over. He wanted me to draw a tattoo of a dog and also a pancake and bacon breakfast. So I drew it on with black marker.
Then everyone was coming to my house for poker. It was very stressful. I was really hungry and tons of people were there. Berta and Montel were there. They were going to run to the store and weren't going to ask me if I wanted anything, so I got real mad and said something. It actually got mildly physical and I pushed them. I then told Berta, "You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me."
I kept getting worried about keeping the air inside from escaping out the screen door.
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