Then I realized that it was my room at my mom's house, only it wasn't at her house, just kind of in a generic dream location. But apparently it wasn't really my room any more, and it now belonged to a girl I don't like. There was a combination of her stuff and my stuff in the room. I brought a bunch of stuff in there and planned to leave most of it there. I had made a big mess, and most of it was in a big pile by the bed. I think I was actually making garb in there. (I did start making some garb last night, and I figured out how to work my sewing machine, but the tension was way off, and it was getting late, so I didn't sew it yet.) I was trying to clean up some of my stuff so the girl wouldn't get mad and think I was taking over her room (which was really MY room, bitch!), but I wanted to leave most of my stuff there. I think I was rearranging stuff on shelves and trying to fold the fabric I was using. The girl had some interesting stuff in there, like a green toilet seat and a laptop with her journal on it. Then I was talking to one of my friends (I'm not sure if he was there or if it was over the phone or something), and I knew the girl could hear me. But I was just talking about my kitten Hagrid and how I was making garb.
Hagrid is doing a lot better, by the way. I examined him yesterday, and his eye wasn't red any more, his nose looked clear, and I didn't see any ulcers on his tongue. He's more energetic and friendly now, and he really wants to explore beyond the bathroom. So that's really good.