Not in my House

Date: 10/1/2022

I wake up and PS the politician I knew back home when we were teens is in my house. I had been thinking of him but didn't reach out. How is he here in my home, collecting a campaign donation? We are not accepting visitors. He has brought his nephew. I give him the cheque and shake his hand. His hand is soft, damp, disgusting. "Are you living here now?" I ask. Then, "Obviously not!" Not if he's running for City Council back home. He leaves and I walk him out the door. I had to give him bus fare. I hope he didn't come all this way just for one donation. LM's girlfriend with his giant German Sheppard/Saint Bernard mix opens my back screen door and steps inside with the dog. "Don't come in!" I say, and she quickly steps back out, murmering something about LM dying. I run out the front of the house to catch her. I remember I had a dream and LM will be OK. I want to tell her but can't find her. Neighbours and witches are walking around the street like promenade. Finally, I see her coming back out of LM's Parents' house but with two different dogs. I approach her, but she isn't LM's girlfriend. I am cleaning the guiney pigs. We suddenly have two guiney pigs in a plastic tub of cloudy water: one white and one marbled brown. I know we had some years ago when the kids were small, but when did we get these? I clean the white one with a damp cloth and place it back in the water. I am trying to catch the brown one but it scurries away. Maybe I should change the water. I can't recall ever changing the guiney pigs' water before.