Taking turns for the worse

My dream started when I went to visit mom and dad. In my dream, they still lived in Springfield and Michael and I went I to visit. I had brought gift cards for the kids but realized I never gave them Christmas gifts and so I felt like I needed to go get a second one for them. Tyrus was at their house and I had given him a cookbook and told him to pick out a recipe and we would make it together. He picked out box macaroni and we were trying to choose an option where we turned it into a fancier dish. The options I remember you added shrimp or prosciutto. After dinner we went outside by the pool (which was like a resort pool.) A woman was walking around cleaning up poison that was on the ground. Young men that were waiters brought out shot glasses with frozen drinks, but I didn’t take one. Michael and I started streaming Netflix and were worried we would use all their data and mom wouldn’t be able to play her computer games. When mom would go into the bathroom, she would play games and a light would spin outside the door showing she was using data.

Then the scene changes and we couldn’t communicate without intervention. We had to take turns and we could either ask a question or tell the other person something. But then there were only three choices which never seemed to align with  what I wanted to say. For example, I wanted to ask what was happening, but the only choices for questions didn’t include that. If I did get the chance to ask a valid question, the answers presented for Michael to choose from also weren’t relevant. At the same time, there was a huge risk- we could not go through the door and leave because time would change, and we would either lose years or gain them. It was very uncomfortable.

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