I had a device that enabled me to see into my ex's house. I was supposed to use it to make sure his wife wasn't there before I went over. I got suspicious about his behaviour and changed the settings so it took me there automatically. Two rooms in his house were full of empty paper bags and I thought he might have moved out, but I found him in the lounge room with an unknown blonde. "Who's the blonde girl?" I asked pointedly. He tried to shush me. "Are you screwing around with someone else now?" I demanded. "She's special," he said, then tried to convince me she was his new singer.
Next I was walking around in a house that was meant to be mine. I went out onto the driveway and an ex-flatmate, Mark, was there. He was more friendly than usual although it didn't surprise me when he suddenly rubbed up against me and said we wouldn't be able to have sex until he got pink jeans and some other thing. It didn't seem strange at the time.
I was somewhere in the house although now it was supposed to be my mother's house. I was looking in the fridge to see how much milk there was. I was meant to be minding a little girl for a few days while my mother went somewhere. I asked about cleaning out the bottle teats and my mother said there was only one. I asked what would happen if I lost it; she said the girl would have to drink out of a cup. I realised we were talking about supposedly my daughter (and I didn't know her name) and that she was nearly 5, and I wanted to ask my mother why a child that old still needed a bottle, but she'd left already.
