I went to some japanese woman’s place to eat. Peter aws there too. She offered up some bizarre looking fruits, and I asked if any of them were poisoned. She smiled and said there was one, and I looked thorugh them and picked a short fat yellow thing and ate it. It tasted like some sort of mango. Later on she commented that it was, and that the poison one was osme other one.
We went back home, where dad was sawing through walls. He had discovered a huge unused portion of space in the house by the garage, and was basically sawing through walls to open it all up. I climbed up the edge of stares and up te peter’s room, which was all glass and woke up.