The One Where Devan Tries to Kiss Me

Date: 5/17/2024

I’m staying in a big house with Brody and his brothers’ families. I’m alone in a room when Devan pokes his head in. We talk for a minute, and then he leans toward me and I realize he’s trying to kiss me. I avoid this, but then realize after he’s walked away that this is somehow normal to him because I’m his sister-in-law. At some point, I see a bedroom that’s supposed to be Brianna’s. I remember that she used to live with the Someros when she and Blane were dating (not in real life). Somehow, I end up in what’s supposed to be one of the Disney parks, leaning against a building and counting all the times I’ve been to Disney. I end up near an entrance with Peyton, who says something about how she and Devan used to “eat angels in college.” I’m momentarily confused — partly because I don’t remember either of them going to college — which Peyton realizes and then, quietly, says, “We did a lot of drugs.” At first, I’m unsurprised because I remember them smoking weed, but then I feel my eyes get big as I realize that “eating angels” is some sort of hardcore drug terminology. I make a joke about how I thought she was talking about cookies. She, Brianna, and I end up walking around a parking lot, arm in arm, as Peyton makes some kind of comment about my Narnia obsession. I look at her, confused as to how she knows this, when she explains that Renee posted something about this on Instagram. I say something about how I’ve asked Renee not to post embarrassing things like this about me because, “Not everyone needs to know that I’m weird — I have to meet someone, and then introduce them to all the weird. They can find out later!” We end up in what looks like a high school hallway. Suddenly, Brianna gets visibly emotional as she tells me that it’s an honor to know me. At some point, she and Peyton start singing what’s supposed to be a parody that I’ve apparently written with tears in their eyes. I’m very confused by their behavior, but touched that they seem so moved. I see a group of students and approach them. They’re supposed to be a group of second graders that I apparently teach. Renee makes a face at me, presumably in disbelief at how tall the kids are. I tell one of them — a skinny blond boy — to stand back-to-back with me so someone can tell us who’s taller.