In childhood house, where I lived with my parents now as an adult. My mom and I were talking about Charlie Maier, who had mentioned to my mom he wanted to show me all his trophies. I explain to her I am not impressed by trophies and find them rather boring. I went to use the bathroom, but my brother had been in their first and there was pee on the toilet seat (and lettuce pieces?) which grossed me out. Went to my mom's room and asked if I could use her bathroom and she said sure (absentmindedly, she was busy with something). In their bathroom there was an old folks seat on the toilet and period like blood floating in the toilet. I was frustrated and didn't use that bathroom either. In my childhood bedroom my neighbor, Charlie Maier (prob don't use his full name?),and I are talking in my room . We'd been hanging out (not looking at trophies) and he's inching just a tad closer to me. He mentions how tidy my room is and I get flustered at this compliment and mix up words. I try to scoop up a few loose gemstones (some are triangle shaped and pink but not in a noticeably gay way) and have to pick them up one by one. He is about to kiss me when a woman, Amy Vonnegut , walks in and she's an appointment he has for something he does for work. We have to back off to be professional. Charlie is leaned back on my floor and says, "before we decide when to see each other again, we should talk." I say okay. He says something to the effect of "you're too passive. If someone like Wisconsin (meaning my date there) says he believes trump should be president, you should say "hell no!"" In my head, I'm thinking about how my reaction would be to nod along and not rock the boat in that situation. "I'm aggressive when I need to be," I reply, not sure I believe what I'm saying. "But we should talk about this later. I could talk about this all day."
Woke up.