I was going to have a party and I hadn't had one in a long time. I was anxious trying to get everything together. The first few people came over and I wasn't ready for them so I sent them to Jessicas. More and more people came - John G., his wife and kid. They went into my backyard with some others. I couldn't find any good music and was embarassed by what was playing. I went over to Jessica's and the party over there was huge. Going back to my house there were people scattered all over looking bored. Later I came across a guy at a set-up stand selling beer. A-ha! This is what I had forgotten - Beer. Everyone at the party had chipped in to buy a keg cause they were so bored.  At the end of the party - when most everyone was gone - there was still a group of about 12 people hanging out in a room. They had pretty much designated the room as their space and were having some sort of meeting and discussion. I asked if they would leave and they ignored me. One of them approached and asked if I would be willing to sign a sheet in support of their group. If I didn't there would be some sort of repruccusions - some sort of threat. They asked for a donation for their cause which was to purchase chemicals for chemical warfare. They were a cult. I had no choice but to sign and give them money as did the other people left at the party. Andrei was there and I mentoned it to him and he nodded discreetly that they had gotten him too. He wrote the amount of his 'donation' on a slip of paper = $4068.00.  I can't remember too much more except vague memories of encountering some large snakes at the party and not knowing how to kill them. Eventually somehow they were all chopped in 3 pieces. Also at the end of the party with Jessica, Glock, Erin and Walter - all of us sitting in lounge chairs not wanting to move or clean up. We were on a beach and the sun was strong and warm. [John G. = an aquaintance from work; Jessica = my best friend over the past nine years; Andrei = my boss at the time; Glock, Erin and Walter = friends]