I'm at a party thrown by my friend Shawn, but it's in the house of Grandma Flo. Somebody asks me how she's doing, and I say, sorry to report that she died a few years ago, in 2016 (incorrect IRL). They are sorry to hear that. It seems like she sold them this house and had moved into the next house up the hill.

I am super tired, barely able to keep my eyes open, my brain barely functioning.

There's a table of food, in the usual dining room just off the kitchen, and I fill up a plate. There's some pizza there, I'm looking for regular pizza, like pepperoni and sausage, but they're all weird and the pieces are strangely cut. But I pick out a couple of the best I can find, and also a unique dish that looks like an edible cup, full of some slightly sweet liquid.

I make my way over to a seat in the living room, near the fireplace, but then I notice my plate is empty. So I go back to the table and get some more pizza and come back, but it's gone again. I guess I am too tired to keep track of it, it keeps falling off and the dogs get it.

(I'm sick, sleeping on the couch in the afternoon)