I stayed in an unfamiliar house and I was talking to two men in a dimly lit bedroom. I felt threatened by them, but I do not know why. Strangely, I laid a knife on the bed and the huskier man of the two shifted his weight on the bed and accidentally stabbed his foot. In the incandescent light, I watched the painful expression of the man and  the streaks of blood appearing on the cream colored bed sheets. Hurriedly, I stepped on a stool to reach the cupboard, I told the man that I'm getting band-aids and a disinfectant. In the back of my mind, I worried if the rubbing alcohol will cause much pain, yet, I felt like someone working at the hospital although anyone can do this simple task. I randomly grabbed a box of band-aids from the five boxes in the dark cupboard. I placed it near the man and asked if I should get the disinfectant and he replied yes. I searched the cupboard again and only saw eye drops or foot anti-fungal medicine. From the stool, I said I couldn't find any for his wound.

    I opened the door to leave the room. I noticed the sunlight shining through the windows and the wooden rails of the staircase, realizing I'm in a two-story house. Suddenly, an attractive, tall boy with brown hair parted to the side rushed in front of me and said a huge dog is chasing him and me. I saw the dog catching up to him. The dog had very short tan fur covering his muscular body and a black muzzle. Fearing for my life, I immediately ran away, but unfortunately I dreadfully realized I ran into the balcony over viewing the living room. I stopped and looked at the red sofa against a low white wall, wondering if I should jump over the wall on to the ground floor. I turned around to see the dog growling at me. Then the boy I met earlier popped out from the doorway and said he has been distracting the dog with meats and ran off probably looking for more. I was disappointed that the dog didn't follow him and ran off into the boy's direction.

    I found myself outside running pass a celebration of crowds of people talking and walking and several stands selling food. I made a left turn around a building and saw Tami sitting at a bench. I sat next to her and turned my face to the right foolishly hoping the dog would not recognized me. She asked me how my boyfriend and me were doing. I said okay and then saw the dog running to my direction. I could have darted out, but I sat there waiting for the conformation. Surprisingly, the dog teased that he chased me to make me think he was going to kill me today. I looked at Tami and she seemed to smile. I looked back, but the dog disappeared.

    While still sitting with Tami, I saw a guy in a costume in the shape of those french fries people order at fast food restaurants. "Jesus Christ!", he yelled in pain as something knocked him over on to the ground, but the other people in the costumes seem to ignore him and walk away. I turned around to converse with Tami, but heard groaning from somewhere. I turned around to see the french fry being carried on the stretcher into the distance. I saw that the man was a white-haired man. A crowd gathered around as he was laid on the ground. Shocked, I saw a man raising a metal bar to hit the old man. I let out a scream as the bar was about to strike the injured man, but several people from the mass stepped away, and I saw that the bar actually hit the ground in front of the old man's feet. For a moment, I was puzzled why I screamed. Then Tami said there used to be a gas pump there.

    The sky was dark already, so I went into a bedroom in the house to sleep. While laying on the bed  looking through the window. I could see a small, pastel playhouse and a bench sounded by a fence. In the playhouse, I saw a girl wearing a white dress, tights, and fake fabric wings resting in a bed. And on the bench was another girl dressed in the same costume. They didn't have feathered wings, but I called them angels. Out of nowhere, more of them appeared and with two hands the angels started to tap on the surface of the playhouse and the table and bench. They seemed to be creating  music, but the melody sounded disharmonious like random banging on wood.