at grandparents’ old house. in my bed, alone. house-sitting for my dad and J. Naomi Watts as my mom(?). She’s giving me a lecture about drug(?) safety. there’s a video presentation. she’s in the bathroom. she’s in a mechanic’s jumpsuit. it looks like a possession. she is shaking violently, eyes closed. eventually she stops and opens her eyes, her irises a light golden color. she is frozen slack jawed standing in the bathroom, looking up vacantly at the ceiling. another older woman with black sclera and white irises stares out also vacantly, sitting on a toilet. a third old woman with white hair is sitting on a seat, shaking still, eyes closed. I’m there. i shout trying to snap them out of it, then run to my bed and hide under the covers.
