I am talking to my Aunty Angela
She is her netball clothes
I am living in an old house, like my grandparents old house in Inverell
I think my Aunty is there visiting for some type of Netball Competition
There are parts of this where I think I am a cat. I am laying on counter-tops, and things such as this
I collect all the clothes in my room to clean them. It seems strange to me, because I just cleaned all my clothes in the real world
I am going to offer my Aunty to stay in my room. And I am going to take the couch
I hear her leaving
For some reason when I look for her number in my phone, it has been deleted
I have a second phone for some reason. I am considering checking that
I also have the option of asking my family members for her number, but it is a pain in the arse
As I'm thinking this, standing outside, a Holden Commodore full of people is leaving my house, that are with my Aunty
I stop the car and tell them all to come in
My Aunty tries stopping them at the front door, as there is now like 30 of them
I say it is OK, they can come in. I just ask them to respect the house and put all their rubbish in the bin
She reluctantly lets them all in
I see a house full of young university age people and life
A young kid comes down the stairs wearing a blue and gold beach towel
The same blue and gold beach towel I got for Christmas many years ago from my son Joshes grandmother, because I like the Rugby League team Parramatta Eels. She got me the same coloured towel, as the team colours
The same towel I left at my cousin Michaels house in Sydney when I visited there, and never got back
I tell him he is wearing my towel
For some reason I lie to him and say I went and brought that towel specifically, instead of telling him the truth about where I got it
I don't know why I did this. I knew it was a lie as I was telling him. It just seemed easier to explain it as me having brought it
I don't do this in the real world. I try to always be completely honest
I don't know why I lied. It felt very strange as I did it. Not like me at all
Then as he is asking me if it is sure it is mine, an earthquake hits
A shallow, sharp and very violent earthquake
It cracks the windows to the house
Everyone seems freaked out, except for me
I barely noticed it, until it interrupted what I was saying to him
"See!" I said to him, "They are trying to tell you not to fuck with my clothes"
