On top of a mountain with my brother. There's no snow, and the part we're on is made completely of piled furniture. We're trying to figure out how to get down, and I sort of see a path where we can jump down from plateau to plateau. Getting to that point will be tricky though, since we're at a spot where there's a huge drop. I'm looking straight down, and I'm confused. Right beside us is a pile of dresser drawers, and by my count it's only five drawers or so to the next flat spot, but looking at it, it appears to be 50 feet or more down. I get an idea, and start pulling drawers off the pile and tossing them down. After a little while, there's a clearing about head height. Behind the drawers is a little horizontal-sliding window, just big enough to fit through. I open it, and clamber up. I wonder about how he will make it, but he's a strong guy so it should be fine. I climb through, and come into the corner of a bedroom. Couple of beds on the left wall, dressers on the right. I go to my left, along the wall, and low in the corner is a sliding partition. I open it up, poke my head through, and am looking down into another bedroom. It's about ten feet down, and very narrow. Small bed to the right, small TV on a small dresser to the left. I back out, and go out the window I came in.

Now I'm in a bedroom with a bed headed on the right wall, with a door to the back left, an open doorway in front, and an open wall on the same side. My mom's telling me I have to wake up now. We're in SG's parents' house, and both families plus some other people are staying here. I'm so tired, since I went to a show last night, and the bed looks so comfortable. I dive back in under a quilt and roll over to the right side. S. comes in and starts talking about stuff. He looks pretty wasted too, and lies down. I have the quilt over my head to block out the light. His mom comes in, and starts talking to us, and asking what I want for breakfast. We talk a little bit, and she starts to leave. I remark how it's odd that I could see her, even though I had the quilt covering my eyes. I pull the quilt down, but I can see just the same. I'm talking to S. and trying to fall asleep at the same time. From where I'm lying, I can see through the doorway on the right, into a closet in the next room. One of S's sisters, a very cute blonde, is playing some music, but I can't see on what. Then she pulls some strings, and pulls a guitar up from around her feet. She comes into the room with a little girl, maybe 4 or 5, and they're singing some top-40 song. S. hates it, but I don't think it's so bad, and they're doing a pretty good job. The older one is playing a weird guitar, with five short strings and one long one on the high E. AH comes in, and crashes down beside me. Seems like nobody got enough sleep. S. is sitting on the corner, and I'm telling them about the show last night. I'm lying on my back, and A. passes me a guitar. I'm noodling around, and find a cool riff, so I play that a few times. I tell them that they played a tribute song to Dime, but I can't remember what it was. I keep thinking of Fucking Hostile, but there are kids still in the room, so I don't want to say it out loud, but that wasn't the song anyway. S. starts naming off these titles I've never heard, and I keep saying they didn't play that. Sounds like something off the early albums that I don't know so well. I finally remember, and tell them the name. It doesn't strike me as odd that Pantera played a Dime tribute at their own show.

Phone Rings.