The One With My Secret Water Powers

Date: 2/29/2024

I’m at what looks like a Home Depot with my dad. We’re in the middle of a large aisle where people are putting things together on an enormous work bench-type thing. My dad starts saying, “When I was a kid, you could say things like ‘Mexicans’ and—“ and is cut off by a sudden uproar among the people we’re standing near. A large black man with short dreadlocks says, “Mexicans?!” In order to somehow ease the tension, I shout, “Thank you!” in a goofy, singsong voice over the yelling. We walk away — my dad, seemingly without having learned anything from this — and I begin to explain that certain thoughts don’t need to be spoken, whether or not you actually think they’re offensive. I make some sort of parallel, asking if he’d be offended by someone picking on the things he believes in and he shrugs casually. I start to come up with examples and can tell he gets what I’m saying … It’s nighttime. I’m standing outside of a building — possibly a mall — with some of my family when a panic breaks out because of an apparent shooting inside. People start running erratically when Renee finds me and says something about not knowing where my mom and Tita Vicki are. I immediately start running into the building. Anxious, I scream, “Rachel!” in a voice that sounds like Ross from Friends. I suddenly look up to see my mom and Tita Vicki casually standing with some cops near the entrance. I start screaming at them, angry that they’ve gotten me in such a panic for no reason, and start leading them out. It’s now light out, and as I walk toward the parking lot, I vaguely wonder if I should use my water powers. We end up finding a bunch of people we apparently know hanging out of vans. I pull out my phone for something and realize I’ve accidentally taken a picture of a guy with a neck tattoo who’s here with us. I go to show it to Alex, who finds this situation funny … I’m with my family in a large house I don’t recognize. Apparently, we’re staying with another family here because of something that’s happened. At first, I get the feeling that the mom isn’t thrilled about this because she tries to quietly hide in her room as I stand in an upstairs kitchen. At some point, everyone ends up in a loft area where the dad tells us they — the adults of the house — want to play music for us while we drink wine. I say something to whoever I’m with about making this my 1SE as I watch the dad pull out a violin.