I'm awakening at my Garden Home house, in the bedroom nearer the road. The room is almost empty; apparently I just arrived the day before. There is a girl in the bed with me, perhaps Natasha, but she is nondescript. We aren't exactly on the bed, we're like at the foot of the bed, and I have a few minutes to lounge around, so I invite her to move with me to stretch out on the bed, which has a bottom sheet on it but is otherwise bare. We lie around there for a minute and then I get up.

A dog comes into the room and presents me a large fish, like 18 inches long, which is alive, but rather dry. I take the fish from his mouth, and put it in a large fish tank which is there against the wall, and it swims away.

There are a number of other fish there, and they also are out of the tank and swimming around in the air up near the ceiling. I start grabbing them out of the air, finding them surprisingly easy to catch, and putting them also in the tank. It seems they were just lost.

I get up and start looking around the house. There's a room next to the bedroom (which isn't there in real life), on the side next to the living room, with nothing in it but a few stashed items and a closet. A dog comes out of the closet, a small poodle-type dog that is not familiar, and not the same dog that brought me the fish. I'm not sure where this dog came from.

So I come out into the living room, and there is a big splotchy mess on the wall, a big splatter of something gross. Alona is there, and she tells me that it's shit, and she splattered it on the wall like that on purpose. She's apparently already been here a few days before we arrived. She did it just to spite me. I am sort of angry, and I say "If I'd done that, I'd be an asshole. Since you did it, you're the asshole."

Then I take the little dog outside because I figure being in that closet for a while he probably has to pee. He goes outside and explores the back yard, where I notice, somebody has done some really nice landscaping. Probably the previous owners.

Alona comes out too, and is getting ready to leave in her car, a small yellow-beige car sort of like a Karmann Ghia, which is parked in the carport. But in retaliation for her throwing shit on the wall, I start messing with her car - opening and slamming the trunk really hard, treating it roughly but not doing any real damage.

To be even more spiteful, she drives away but rubs her car against a tree as if she doesn't care about it at all, and instead of going into the road, turns into the side yard and tries to drive over the ditch to the road, but her car gets stuck in the mud and she can't make it.

She guns the engine and just starts spinning her wheels. Her car has now become like a jeep, and all four wheel spin, turning her sideways in the ditch so that the side of the car is facing me. The spinning of her wheels quickly digs a hole, and her can falls into it, and she just keeps spinning the wheels as she and her car get buried under a pile of earth. Her mom has run out of the house too, to see what is going on, and we watch with concern as the dirt covers her up. We're starting to panic, but it seems she's still pushing on the accelerator, so she must be ok under there - or maybe now it's just stuck by all the dirt. I can't go try to rescue her until the car stops, but I take off my jacket and get ready to dig.