The second dream took place at a house that felt like it belonged to my friend Marta's sister, Tina. We were having some kind of party for my friend, who was sulking in the kitchen.

Her sister said to me, "Now you've done it. Why couldn't you remember?"

"Remember what?" I asked.

"The thing we were supposed to do for Marta. You always forget!"

I said, "Look, I don't have any idea what you're talking about."

"You were supposed to bring it so we could do a toast. You were supposed to have prepared a wish, so that when we passed the talking stick, you could share a wish for prosperity, and you didn't remember. You always fuck up things," Tina spouted.

Marta came in. "It's too late now," she spat. "It's already fucked up."

So I said, "Look. You know I wouldn't forget something like that. I have a calendar. I write things down. I don't think anyone ever told me. I wouldn't be rude to you on purpose. I'm leaving."

Marta started screaming, "It's not about the toast! It's about the rug! IT'S ABOUT THE FUCKING RUG!!"

I woke up.