Adam and I are at my old house on 140 East St. We look the same as we are now, me with my black hair and blonde streaks, and Adam with his purple hair in stubby ponytails over his head. We're eating spaghetti, and he's annoyed.
"This spaghetti sauce is too thin! Do you have any sauce with chunks?" he demands. My mother and I both tell him we don't have anything else other than that sauce.
There was more to this dream, but I dont remember anything else about it.
