Packing in the dreams

In the early hours before I started hitting the snooze button, I was dreaming.

Mom and Dad were moving (again) and Dru and I came over to help them sort through the last bit of stuff. Find out what was ours and what was disposable and... Only now am I wondering why my parents (teetotalers) had a bottle of mead, and why I might want the old dog blankets.

It changed, and instead of cleaning up the house, I had to clean out an office at work, which included the lab. I managed to wash an experiment down the drain by accident, and then the haunted lab equipment on the shelves started hitting on me.

Dude - arcane lab machines that have been possessed? Complete and utter pigs.