Dream Journal

Being Nice to Grumpy Mom

I’m absorbed reading a math book in my old front bedroom of my childhood home. My family has stored three picnic benchs in there, and I’m sitting at the middle one quite unbothered by the crowded room.

In the family room now, I’m chewed out by my mom for not installing some speaker wires yet. But I’m being super nice about it. There’s a masked person standing there with us, reminded me of Boba Fett.

Organizing books in front of the bookcase immediately afterwards, I spank my Mom’s butt. She’s grumpy but again, I manage to be positive and kind despite her mood.

There’s a book I acquired, but didn’t read and forgot about at the near end, with vintage-looking chapters on the Quantum Ape, and also Doubts (with a real-seeming pic of the Queen of England surrounded by stacked beer bottles).

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