28 July 2021 2:41 PM (dream)
My father was still alive and I was living with my parents in the original house I grew up in, and we were all getting ready to go on some trip. But before we left, my father wanted me to wash the hog. Singular. I didn't know why. Who washes hogs? (We never actually kept one or any other number of hogs, mind.)
Except there were lots of hogs. And I didn't know which one I was supposed to wash. I didn't think I was supposed to wash all of them, not as a last minute just-before-leaving thing. When I went back to ask, everyone had left and all the cars were gone.
So I was a bit angry, stuck home alone. In Suburban Hell. But for some reason Loki (from Norse mythology, not the Marvel universe) kept showing up to hang out. I was happy for the company, but kept feeling like having Loki constantly keeping me company indicated something wildly inconvenient was likely to happen, soon…