It was my family's home but it was a different house than what we really have. It was cool, huge rooms, porches. My brother and sister were home. There was one room with these cool doors with flowers painted on them. There was another room with orange walls and a fluorescent orange ceiling. I sat at dinner with the family somewhere and gave my mother a card with a paint brush and white paint so she could paint the orange ceiling. Instead, she told me she had painted over the flower doors that I had loved. I was so angry. Rage. Later - there was a party at my house. No parents but Julia and Eric were there. I was there but then it seemed that I was there only at the end of the party. I was frantic because either my parents were coming home or the police or something. I wanted to start cleaning. I was pissed, yelling at people. I went to my parents room and there were people in there and a bong. I went to my room and my brother and some girl were in bed kissing. Eric said not to worry so much. Then I saw the police come. They wanted everyone to sit on the front porch steps. The front porch was really cool; it was sort of dreamy. On the rafters above the walls and against the walls were these white sculptures; some were tall white fans, others were just things, but they all had thin strips of white paper hanging off them. I liked to look at them. The police officers were all female. They were bitches and shoved us around and talked real loud. One of them (the leader I think) said, "Yeah, we just got back from doing some gay bashing". They were really macho. The officers had some attack dogs with them. They were huge and would sniff in our faces. They also growled fiercely a lot. One of them, the biggest one, was so huge and had such a bug snout that it looked like a pig. It WAS a pig, an attack pig.  [i woke up and went back to sleep] Now, I don't know if this is after the party or a different occasion altogether. I am going on a picnic with Ahmad, Diana, Sam, Kim, Becca and Jake. There is a campground on the other side of this big river that we are aiming for. When we get to the bridge we find that it has been closed, part of it is missing or being repaired. They have an alternate way to get across. I don't know exactly how, but we would go across in groups walking in the water. I don't think we were swimming though. I remember that during the trip I was trying to keep track or hold on to Ahmad., but eventually I lost sight or hold of him in the scene. There was a point I remember which was looking down in the water with my glasses acting as goggles and the sand on the bottom was pure white and soft and beautiful. The water was very clean and turquoise. We got to the other side to the picnic ground. To my surprise, it was very crowded, and all the people crossing the river were picnicking too. I thought that we would make a campfire but Diana and Becca had already picked a spot on a steep hill with tons of people around. It seemed really stupid. I helped Jake up the slope which was as steep as the top row of bleachers at a baseball game. We sat down and started eating the thin hotdog things raw. The diameter of them was about the size of a dime and they were in packages like Polly-O string cheese. I dipped them in some sort of cheese in a jar. All of a sudden somebody closed some curtains. (We weren't outdoors anymore but were int he same place but with a building around us). I yelled, "Why are you closing the curtains?" as more curtains were being closed. A woman that looked like a mix between Mrs. Smith and my high school vocabulary teacher said, "It's time." [Julia = my sister; Eric = my brother; Ahmad = love interest at the time; Diana, Sam, Kim, Becca, Jake = friends; Mrs. Smith = family friend from when I was very young]