Broken Tea Kettles & Stolen Roses

I'm in this house, but it's the same house that I was in sorta having sex with that guy in a couple weeks ago. I realize that it's S.H.'s house, an old friend that I fell out of contact with cuz she was getting way too screwed up with substance/alcohol abuse problems. I'm playing with the girls, and they're happy to see me. When I leave, I look back at the house, garbage piled all over the front steps, cigarette butts, junk & broken toys everywhere. It makes me sad, but I keep walking anyhow.

Now I'm back in this house, but it belongs to L&M. I'm doing dishes, and for some reason, have my tea kettle with me. I'm unloading the dishwasher, and notice that a piece of the kettle has come off. D. is there, he just got back from work, and is all dirty & stuff. We tell him that we need to go for a ride, and get in this SUV and drive to Vancouver. We are taking him to a hotel to have a nice shower, and get changed into a tuxedo. I don't know why, but we're all quite excited. I reach up out of the window, high high up, and break a rose off a rose tree. The trees are growing roses upside down, and I get a particularly nice pink/grey one that he can pin to his lapel later. We get to the hotel - it's the Ivanhoe, and M. is making a sketchy deal with the doorman. I wonder if the man thinks that L&I are hos, cuz M. says we only need the room for a little while.

We're in the room, but suddenly, I'm alone. There is mismatched furniture everywhere - some of it is old & expensive looking, others are chintzy. The walls are painted a yucky salmon pate kind of pink, and there is grandma wallpaper & bedding. There are three beds, and the room is quite large. I feel like I might have to jump out the window & run away, so I open it and look at my options. I hear someone coming on the roof, so I reach up & slide the window shut, lock it, and lie against the wall (naked) hoping that nobody will look into the room so hard. It's a guy, with red hair & a handlebar moustache, and he is, indeed, looking for me in my room. I hear him call to another guy "Nope, no one here!" and walk away. I breathe a sigh of relief, and am thankful that I didn't accidentally wiggle the curtains while closing the windows, cuz that would have tipped him off.

I'm in my old house in Chilly by the river. I have a new little mahogany bookcase, and am trying to find out where I should put it. I move it around, and someone keeps saying "No, no, no...." until finally, we find the right place, "Yes, right there!" I go to do something on the stove, and oddly enough, the kettle from earlier makes a reappearance. I try to run water into it, but find out that the bottom has also fallen out of it. I'm pissed, cuz I know that it's going to be awhile since I see L&M again, and they have the bottom of my tea kettle. I weigh my options, and decide that while it's not as swanky, I can always boil water in a saucepan if I need to.

Powder Puff Club

I am in a small town in the hills, somewhere in Europe. It's heavily wooded, and is early in the morning. I am at L & M's house. They've shown me this book, and I'm trying to read the dirty bits in the bathroom while pretending to have a shower. One of the shower spray jets is shooting off to the side - I try to reposition the shower curtain so that it doesn't make a mess all over the bathroom, but am unsuccessful. The door isn't quite closed, and although I make a conscious effort to close it at least once, it remains ajar.

Now I've headed to school. I think it's my first day living in the town, and I am younger, but still myself. I'm walking through town, and poke my head into a garage to ask for directions. They point down the street, and we laugh together. 'I love small towns,' I think as I head towards the school. I get there, and meet with this little group of girls & this teacher. They are talking about the Powder Puff Club in school. It seems that you can get points for being kind to people in the town. Helping little old ladies, being there for a single mom, that sort of thing gets you points in the Powder Puff game, and teams compete against each other within the school.

Now I am a sullen young man, who doesn't want to do his work. I haven't worked on this dishrack project that we were supposed to make, and the teacher is telling me that "I'm trying to work with you here, kid." I roll my eyes & slouch in my chair.