New Phone and My Late Cat

Date: 10/18/2023

I think I was at a store much like Walmart. It was late at night though, perhaps around 9pm. I was walking around with a friend that I didn’t know, very much absorbed in my new iPhone. Apparently Apple decided to make one of those flip phones where it was the size of a normal phone when folded and a tablet when open all the way. My friend prodded at my shoulder and I glanced up at what she was pointing at. I had gotten a look at her wearing mostly black with a nice beanie. She was of a fair skin tone and wore dark goth-like makeup. She didn’t look familiar. I also noticed what she was pointing at, a Walmart employee walking towards us. he was a mostly bald, old guy wearing a blue shirt and yellow vest to match the Walmart colors. My friend seemed disturbed and told me to be careful because she felt a sense of dread lingering over her as the guy moved closer in proximity to us. I simply shrugged and looked back down at my phone. Out of the corner of my eye and with my ears, I observed the guy getting closer and closer. I clenched my jaw as he literally walked into us, pseudo grabbing my friend and walking into her/pushing her into me. I growled at the guy and asked him a rhetorical, “What do you think you’re doing,” in a low voice. I lightly jabbed him with my elbow as I scowled at him, telling him to fuck off. I recall him saying nothing snd leaving us alone. I could feel the hairs on my body standing up and a familiar tingle in my face as I awkwardly glared at his receding footsteps. My friend cling to me and I reassured her as we continued walking. Somehow, I ended up in some sort of house that didn’t belong to me, supposedly a different friend’s, but I couldn’t tell who. The house was very modern, furnished in a cream/ivory color with a nice light-stained wood accent. Everything was light and airy. There were some nice green plants in places—the house was visually cold, but still somehow welcoming. I lingered on the stairs for some reason and glanced down at the kitchen when I noticed the cabinets below the sink slowly opening. On top of a cream colored trash can was my cat Louie. He glanced up as me tentatively. I looked at the other people in the house that were supposed to be my friends, but they didn’t notice.