I'm living in an old victorian style house . . . Kristi and Andrew are my two roommates there . . . Kristi's away for some reason . . .
Anyway . . . I come home one day and one of our old roommates comes back. She automatically clears out Kristi's room of stuff. As if she's not coming back. She sets up the room with her stuff . . .
I come in and look shocked and ask what she'd done with Kristi's stuff . . . she just kinda shrugs and said that she put it in the back room. I explain to her that she shouldn't have done that and all . . . then I go downstairs and go to get something to eat . . .
It gets dark and all, and as I'm heading back to the stairs I bump into someone, which causes the two of us to scream. We laugh, but still cling to each other incase anything really is out in the dark of the house.
Andrew gets an idea to start making noises to try to scare us which doesn't really work. He laughs and we yell and stuff at him.
The next scene, I'm sitting on Kristi's bed (which is now downstairs) looking at something and Andrew comes in. He wanders over to me and looks at the same thing I'm looking at which I think is a calendar. He makes some comment about this being his last free day 'cause he's going into some military service but he's gotta figure out how to get this pair of really tight little shorts on first. He tries right there, and ends up falling over my lap.
We have a short discussion, mainly him telling me how he's planning on spending his last free evening . . . getting all smashed and such, then he leans over and kisses me . . . this goes on for a while . . . getting the whole tongue action thing going too . . . it's almost like I could actually feel his lips again . . . but anyways . . . someone walks in and interrupts us. She doesn't look happy at all . . .
The next scene is Andrew and I again, and the girl walks in and questions us both . . . answers come out as to the nature of the relationship . . . which, like in non-dream time . . . isn't serious . . .just messing around type . . .
Then I find myself in a big farm like dining room, still in the house from the previous scene . . . it's my brother's 21st birthday (scary thought) . . .
Everyone's all haggard looking . . . lots in strange dirtstained robe type things . . . . we're all served this soup . . . it's good, but I don't know any of the ingredients, except for potatoes . . .'cause all I can see clearly are wedges of red potatos.
I'm eating, but I'm getting full, and hand the rest of my bowl over to someone else as my brother comes in. He gets his bowl, then when he's done, someone hands me this pitcher of liquid. I remember having an irish accent when I made some comment about the little glass bulb being inside the pitcher being from Karl Strauss Brewery in San Diego (apparently, we weren't anywhere near the US even)
I took out the little glass bulb and gave it to my brother. At that time everyone called out "Happy Birthday", and he drank it. Once it was all gone, his head kinda turned into this yellow smiley face thing, which gradually showed blood and bullet holes until you couldn't see the face anymore . . . at which point it went back to the whole yellow smiley face and started the process over again . . . like some animated .gif set to loop infinitely.
