Something about going to a party - Hawaii, or did I lie and just say that to my parents. I do remember having a baby carriage with my grandparents as babies in it. I was going to put a third in there too - who was it - a little blond baby. I was sitting with the carriage with no socks or shoes on and there was glitter on the floor. I rubbed it all over my feet - tons of it- and some on my legs - but that looked weird because my leg's skin was kind've chicken-like.  I was at home - not really home though. There were huge picture photos of me that mom had developed. I had dreadlocks in all the pictures, wearing a black shirt, they were in black and white. They were all close ups and I was in a natural position. I never know she had these pictures. My dreadlocks were really chunky.  Dexter was there to help me set up a computer. There was this little screen thing and he convinced me that he knew how to build it and set it up for the internet. I was supposed to write my name in for a password with this magnetic pen. I was supposed to write it 50 times so it would recognize my style of writing. I started writing "Excuse Me". 4-5 times was enough. Then I wrote my name and the computer started wigging out. On the little screen it said "soc" and Dexter said that was a bad thing because it was going to try to bring up the whole country's social security system and it couldn't handle it. There was also another problem. Too many people were on the net in New Hampshire because there was a million dollar lottery going on.  Then there were strange noises like the noise of an about-to-explode pressure cooker. We all scattered for safety. I hid behind a rocking chair. The noise went 'wooo-wooo-woooo' higher and higher. I didn't see the actual explosion but I saw what it had done. It had created a burnt circle opening in the ceiling through which it had burst through, burst through 2 more stories and come back down again through the same hole. There were pieces of charcoalish smoldering stuff all over the floor so I scrambled around to quickly pick them up and throw them into the fire. The others did this too.  Afterwards or before, I went into a sort of greenhouse'ish room where my dad had just put in a new carpet. It looked nice. Everyone sitting around. There was a big Irish Setter that came to greet me. Lucy [my dog] just lay on the couch. This was a new dog in the neighborhood. Someone asked if it could be let free outside. Mom said "no way!" but said Lucy does all the time. I thought of the fenced in dog area in the park. [Dexter = a friend involved in computers; Lucy = my dog]