spillontopage13

I was in someone's house. I was in the kitchen with a heavy blonde haired lady. The kitchen was white, very clean, very cookie-cutter. For some reason I knew her as one of my exes mothers. I was asking her something, but accidently called her Mrs. Coburn (name of my old gym teacher). I apologized and addressed her as Mrs. Ridge. She asked me if I wanted a ride to my mother's wedding. Suddenly her hair turned black and she looked like my old english teacher. I declined, but thanked her anyways.

I was at my house with my grandparents. I was packing for summer camp, which I had the next day. I asked my grandmother if I could bring one of her blankets. The one she was folding had some sort of superhero on it. She hesitated and said I had to be careful. I said that I could just get one on the way to my mother's wedding.