Need a new living space. My dear friend M points me to this old witch’s house where she and our friend A are also moving in, I’m elated. We are gathered in some sort of introductory meeting, the room is filled with all sorts of herbs and artifacts, there’s a fire behind the old lady. She notices I’m barefoot and tells me in a fairly authoritative tone it’s important to wear socks in this house. I say nothing and kinda give M a wtf? look; she smile-shrugs and gives me a pair of purple toe coverings. Not quite socks, more like little tubes of cloth that cover the ball of my feet. I’m confused. I pull some footless tube socks over the bottom of my feet to have some semblance of a sock.
Earlier, we are going to pick up a friend from her job in a high rise building, I guess she’s sick of it and wants out? She runs past us with a mold-covered towel draped over her head, we aren’t super phased.