The One Where I Sing “Colors of the Wind”

I’m in a house I don’t recognize looking down at a coffee table full of Christmas presents wrapped in black and white paper with bad handwriting scrawled all over it. They’re addressed to me, Brody, Renee and Blake. My mom tells me that these are from Mike Pizzi and I immediately forget how bad the wrapping looks and focus on how sweet this is. I think about how nice it is to be the type of friends who don’t have to see each other all the time to still love each other. I feel bad that I didn’t get him anything for Christmas … I’m walking around a townhouse that’s supposed to be Aunt Buggy’s. She’s apparently moving — which I am not happy about — so a lot of furniture is missing. I walk into the kitchen and take notice of her blue, built-in shelving. I think about how I want to get something like this for my house. I then go into the living room and decide to walk around in circles as much as I can to get some steps in. I go up the stairs because I realize this will burn even more calories … Brody and I are at some sort of carnival where we have a chance to win some money by guessing peoples’ heights. They make Brody get on a pair of stilts to guess for a bald guy standing next to me. Brody says that he thinks the guy is 5’8, but he responds, “I’m 5’3.” I’m glad that — even though he was wrong — he guessed that the guy was taller than he is. We walk away and pass a stand where I see a large notepad with spaces for people to write in. I remember that I’ve created this as a “shared journal” so that people can answer questions and compare what they’ve written to what others have written. I spot my own handwriting in two of the boxes. One simply says, “Hmmmmm.” The other says “Spiritual.” I look at the other boxes in this column to see that several other people have written the same thing. I go to look at the question for that column because I can’t remember what I’ve written when I see that someone has crossed it out and scribbled their own question. I’m instantly annoyed and wonder if Jayd Allen (from my girls group) has done it … I’m in what feels like a movie with Kristen Stewart. We’re in an alleyway between some brick buildings in the rain. Some kind of weird flying creature — which looks like one of the scarier humanoid animals in Narnia — swoops down and scoops her up. It lands on top of a truck with her and I watch as it threatens her. I realize that it’s a vampire of some kind and pull out a gun to try to kill it with. I continue to shoot at it as it flies away and turns into a man that looks like John Cusack. As it gets away with Kristen, I continue to shoot out of pure anger. Suddenly, it’s bright out. Near a dumpster, I look down to see a duck whose body is predominantly green. Instinctively, I prepare to shoot at it but then stop myself. The duck looks up at me and wags its tail feathers. Brody appears at my side and tells me I can just shoot it, to which I am immediately angry. We end up flying over a lake and landing on its surface beside some small, blue birds that are somehow standing on top of the water. I pick one up and put it on top of me. I then look at Brody and start to sing, “You think you own whatever land you land on…” I continue singing “Colors of the Wind” to show him what he’s missing about nature.