Dreaming in Digital

Cookie, a few more friends and I went to Tart's house because it was TK's birthday. She lived in a glass-like, tall, tall house (that one would find a dream house in the game, the Sims) and had two or three friends over, one which I think was a boyfriend, to celebrate his birthday. We had dinner separately, her group of friends and my group of friends, but TK visited both groups and mingled. It was starting to get really late, since the sky was pitch black, but somehow I knew we were going to stay overnight. Their property was the only one I could see from their plot of land. It was completely dark, except for the house lights and the moon. It was a clear and warm summer night. Something about it had a hint of romance, if not one of horror. Cookie and I stayed indoors a bit, as during dinner, we had a few casual drinks. After two in the morning, I found Cookie to be in a floppy, but happy state. I would hold him upward to keep him from falling over, and at one point, he needed the washroom. The washroom I knew of was up three or four stories high, so we climbed the narrow, white carpeted stairwell to the higher floors. We made it to the top and Cookie wobbled into the white washroom. As I was waiting, there was a Filipino child who walked past me into his room. He stared at me, and then more of his friends peered through the bedroom door before he closed it. I wondered whether they adopted some. There had to be at least four. Cookie came out of the washroom and we slowly went down the staircase. I was afraid we'd both fall because the steps were as narrow as the stairwell, but we made it to the ground floor safely. I put him on the sofa and we watched television.

For the things that weren't glass in the house, they were white.