I'm at my parents' house. In the 'pool room' at the end of the hall, there is a fireplace against the inner wall, and a fire is burning. Somebody (probably Trevor) comes in with a large wishbone-shaped bottle of Pendleton whiskey. I think he asks me what would happen if he put it in the fire, and I say that I think it's flammable and would explode, but I'm not sure. He stands it up in the fire.

I'm concerned about this potential explosion but I'm not sure what to do about it, so I wander about in the house, trying to stay a reasonable distance away. All of a sudden, from that room, comes a loud BOOM!

Everybody comes to investigate, including Dad, who is calm but like... what the heck. The room, and everything in it, is now thickly covered in a fine white ash, and other parts of the house are damaged. The person responsible will have to have it cleaned up, and it'll be expensive. Dad had some other project going on, and he was going to make it so nice, but now he's been set way back.

I go into the library, and the bookshelves are all broken and tipping into the room, with stuff spilled everywhere. I'm start to say that the closest one looks like it's about to collapse, when suddenly it does, and I have to change the end of my sentence to indicate that it already fell down.