Photo Studio to Beach House 📸🏖

Date: 10/22/2016

I was in a mall at a massive photography studio with several other girls practicing for a pageant. We learned a dance routine and practiced our introductions. In the middle of it, we were given a draft of the behind the scenes photo book/yearbook and somehow I was in almost every shot and I noticed I had a really nice tan. Then the photo shoot switched to profiles of my teammates at work and we brought in props to capture our personality. I had a small rabbit doll with me that was intended as a gift for someone else, but everyone thought it was my actual prop and gave me grief because it didn't match who I am, and also that it was too fragile to be holding. One of my coworkers, Warren, brought in Barbie's dream house, which also left us puzzled. Then some of my team members and other coworkers were at a beach house (the house looked like my best friend Raich's house-growing-up, which is the same layout as mine, but it was very clearly hers in my head...). We were hanging around the kitchen and connected living room. Christian started boiling a pot of water when Mundo announced he had to leave because he got word his father is dying and that he himself had some stomach issue, which I thought was an ulcer. He thanked Khai for telling him about kombucha because it relieved the pain a bit, but it had been getting worse over time. Khai started tearing up and I realized it wasn't an ulcer, but cancer instead and I started crying. Khai responded that he's not a doctor, which made me laugh because his delivery was strangely defensive and I thought he was trying to diffuse the gravity of the situation. He was offended and made me feel his kidney and it was beating incredibly fast. I turned back to Mundo and noticed the pot behind him was boiling over. I went to turn it off and then gave him a tight hug and started crying harder. Then someone in another room said we should put on music so Joe and his wife could celebrate their anniversary.