It was a holiday celebration at my parent’s house but it wasn’t any house I’ve seen before. It had a breakfast bar with stools and a dining area. A lot of people were around; children, brother, adults, teenagers, and …
Alton Brown. Yes, I said it. Mr. Brown was a guest and he seemed well impressed with the spread my mother put out. He was pleasant and nodded a lot in his certain way with a half smirk.
Way to go Mom! An Alton Brown approved dinner! The only hiccup was that nobody made more coffee so I had to scrounge for some after the meal.
Then, the doorbell rang. Who could that be? Everyone invited was there. Hmm, off I went to the front door with I thought was in a different place then it was but I eventually found it. Some creepy looking guy was stalking the outside porch area and approached me with a greasy look,
kinda like this:
I turned back and shut the door behind me. He lingered there for a bit but I returned to the kitchen.
and then I woke up.