Medley

Date: 5/26/2025

I was on Facebook marketplace, and ended up ordering a Rainbow Motorolla Startac from 1997 (a pretty cool looking phone!). I had just gotten it and powered it up. It felt like a super computer, it felt bulky and it immediately started warming up and making computer air noises. Once the phone was fully running, I took a gander at what could be in it from the previous owner. I opened up Facebook on my other phone and went to the guys page. There were all these posts from people saying how great this guy was, and the last post on his account was about his kids and something happening. So I was thinking to myself 'did this guy kill himself because his kids got taken away or something?' But then he appeared in my house. He was some Asian dude, don't remember his name. He started talking about how he had gotten into drugs and stuff and it was pretty bad, and I think that's what led to his kids getting taken away and stuff. But I think he was getting better. I had to interrupt him to tell him something important, but a red dot appeared on him out of nowhere. I thought dude was about to get assassinated, so I told him to get down while I looked out the window. Turned out, there was a filtered glare from the light on someone's car's stop signal, and it was shining through the window. I apologized and told him I was paranoid sometimes. My sister came to inspect the commotion, and he reiterated that I was paranoid sometimes. With my sister came a kid, so I played with them for a little. But a wasp came out of nowhere and started flying around, so I shielded them from it and shooed it away. Kid was a bit spooked, but fine overall. I ended up leaving the house and walking. I didn't know where my destination was, but I ended up by a museum. There was a bunch of people around my age that worked there, and they were very Very nice. I don't know if that was just their natural state of being, or if it was just for the job, but they were overly nice to people to get people to come in. It kinda felt like a scam, where they don't really give you the opportunity to say no. Alas, I'm very agreeable (and it was really just a museum, I love those! Couldn't be too bad), so I followed them inside. I didn't really look around for the museum kinda stuff while I was in there. Instead, I walked in on a circle of people in a corner playing a game. I know there was a turtle shell there, but I don't remember much else. I sat down with my legs under me, and a few other people sat down too. One dude sat behind me on his back, suspiciously close to my butt. I asked him if he wanted me to move, and he said no, but I just kinda scooted over to the side anyways. I'm not big on games, so I was just going to watch them play. But then I think they started saying some Christian stuff, plus they were taking too long to start, and I mentally checked out and left the museum altogether. I started walking home since I didn't have anywhere else I wanted to go. There's this row of houses on either side of the street, right before I make my turn to get to my apartment. They're extremely nice houses in a sea of apartment complexes and row homes. All 1-2 floors, maybe an attic if they're lucky. But I only pay attention to the ones on the left side of the street since they're bigger and prettier. During this time of year, the trees at the houses on the left side start producing fruits. The first trees were Huge and filled with lemons. Some of the lemons were peeled already but still hanging, likely from squirrels, and I stared at this tree in awe. I needed to knock on their door to ask if I could have some. They had a message board in their yard, with some business pamphlets (of which I grabbed one), and prices for their lemons. They were $1 each individually. I went and knocked on their door, and the couple answered pretty quickly. I asked them about them lemons, and they told me to come in. I did a little reluctantly, and the inside looked different than outside. It felt... a bit hillbillyish? Old... like it was some old house in the countryside and the husband worked on cars to the point that gasoline was just how it smelled there and the dirt stains seemed permanent. Familiar and old and a bit greasy, yet clean at the same time. They had a son who was about 4 or 5, and a big dog. I played with the two and looked around their place while the mom got something for me to see. The house felt like a big one-story home. They had a full bathroom, with a long tub and a ton of space. I'm pretty sure there was so much space in there that the outer part of the flooring was carpeted. The mom came back up with a bin of adult toys to show me. She made her own silicone toys, and it was... interesting? The only one I remember was the yellow dong with an M&M design on it. I thanked them for showing me that, but I was here for lemons. I told them I got a pamphlet from the front, and the husband seemed unsure if it was outdated. In the end, I didn't get any lemons, so I just kinda left. I got into an acquaintances car, and he went to drive me the rest of the way home. At the end of the row of houses, tucked wayyy far back, was a small lavender house with a HUGE banana tree. Pretty sure bananas don't grow on trees this big, it just kinda looked like a regular tree (but bigger) with bananas entwined within the leaves. I Really wanted to go ask this place for bananas, but something in my Soul felt unnerved by how far away this house was relative to the others, and I just felt like the people in this place might be racist or something. I think I joked to my acquaintance something funny yet crude about why racists might have a banana tree, and it was something that made his jaw drop and had him laughing as we made our turn. Not a joke I'd normally make, but I'm glad he found it funny.