The One With Blane & Brianna’s Box Collection

Date: 1/17/2025

I’m at a large, two-story house (I’m a little confused about whether it’s supposed to belong to my parents or Colleen Neshe’s parents) absolutely jammed with people for some sort of Bible study. I’m downstairs in a kitchen area when I see Colleen’s mom, Maria, sitting at a table and talking excitedly. I notice she has a large — and very hairy — mole on her face and do my best to look away from it. I walk around looking for somewhere to sit when I decide that I should just go sit on my bed — which is a fully-reclined pool chair with sheets on it in an upstairs hallway — and Renee comes with me. At some point, Claudia (my coworker) shows up and asks if she can sit with us. I end up letting her sit on my bed while Renee and I share one exactly like it. At some point, we head into what’s supposed to be a church service in an auditorium that is somehow part of the house. A tall skinny guy — who I somehow know likes me — follows me in wearing a shirt with a cartoon devil on it. I get the feeling that he’s done this to be provocative, but think about how it’s cool that he’s here because God doesn’t care what he’s wearing. Somehow, I end up in a large apartment that’s supposed to be Blane and Brianna’s. I notice that there are giant boxes everywhere and dozens of dead plants in pots. I continue to look around and am surprised at how messy it is knowing that Brianna is normally very neat. I see a note with my handwriting in it on a small shelf, and seeing the word “welder,” realize that this must be a birthday card I wrote for Blane at some point. I notice more cards I’ve written to both him and Brianna on display and am both confused and touched. I end up leaving and nearly bumping into a bald, black guy outside in a janitor-type outfit with some sort of walkway-cleaning machine. He looks very friendly and says something to me about the fact that I have no shoes on, to which I respond with some sort of joke. I look around for my car, suddenly uncomfortable being alone with a man I don’t know in the middle of the night. Out of nowhere, a tall mixed-looking girl with fancy makeup in a light blue, sparkly nightgown — which looks like a loose figure-skating costume — appears and talks to me for a while. She tells me to follow her. Somehow, I end up in an SUV with Josh Rene, Blake, and Renee as the sun starts coming up. Renee looks at Blake — who’s in the passenger seat — and says, “Don’t be weird!” I assume that she must be worried he’ll say something unintentionally offensive in front of Josh. I turn to her and ask why she didn’t go home with Blake after the church thing we were at the night before. She explains why, but it doesn’t make any sense to me. I look over and see Blake putting two squid or octopus legs in a glass of water. As we drive around, I notice Aunt Marni walking down the sidewalk. I ignore this, but Renee looks at me and says, “Was that…?” to which I nod and say, “Yep, that was Aunt Marni.” Josh looks confused. I end up at what’s supposed to be Erika’s suite to get my nails done, but she’s not there. Another lady pops in and tells me that she’s not coming, but asks if I’d like to get my eyebrows done instead. Reluctantly, I agree. She takes me into a very large room — literally the size of a warehouse — where a young guy is making something with a machine. The woman shows me two jars of sparkly contents — one brown and one on the pinker side — and asks me to pick one. I realize that they’re going to make me my own eyeshadow. I pick the pinker one, which she seems vaguely unhappy about. Not wanting her to be mad at me, I say, “Or well maybe the brown one! That would probably look better with my eyes, right?” She seems weird about this, too, and tells me to do the pink one after all. I end up outside an apartment building — possibly the one Blane and Brianna apparently live in — with my mom. We’re looking at the sky around dusk — a soft combination of pink and blue. I tell her about how Erika never showed, and we agree about how irresponsible this is. We look across the street and see a scene of total chaos unfolding. I see Matt Volkens looking completely distressed as people run around him and wonder if the apartment building he lives in (not in real life) is on fire. I watch as a huge, black dog gets on its hindlegs and starts licking his face. He smiles and hugs the dog. I look to the right and see Phil and Claire Dunphy from Modern Family quickly heading out of the building as well.