Fixing breakfast in a house with an old girlfriend

I'm living in a large house with several other people. It's Sunday morning and I'm up before everyone else. I'm in the kitchen taking these things which are sort of like crumbly raisin English muffins out of the refrigerator. I decide to crisp them by frying them in oil. A girl I dated a short time in the 90s comes into the kitchen. She also lives in the house with her old band. I ask her if she wants a muffin, she does, I put another one in the pan and put them in the oven at 250 degrees.

We're chatting; I know she needs a guitar amp for a show and think about offering her mine to use, but don't figuring she'd ask if she wanted it. I find a plate of pancakes and sunny side up eggs in the refrigerator. I ask my friend if she thinks it would be OK to heat them up and eat them, and as I start to mention that nobody would likely cook them for later as it takes about the same time to cook them and heat them up, she says the exact same thing.

I'm in my underwear and go to my room to put on clothes. I'm trying to not dress too similarly to my ex girlfriend. I feel intoxicated and clumsily put on a pair of shorts as a jacket. I return to the kitchen and realizing I put on shorts as a jacket look down and it's turned into my winter jacket. She asks what day it is, I tell her Sunday and I joke she probably didn't know because she works in a museum which is closed on Mondays.

I have been drinking a glass of milk and am finished with it. While going to refill it, I can't find the plate of pancakes and eggs I was going to heat up. There's no more milk except for a little bit in the bottom of a jar which looks old. I return to the room where my friend is and find she's heated up the pancakes and eggs while I was getting dressed. There are many people in the kitchen now, including her parents. I sit a bit further away from her, feeling awkward that suddenly I'm the person she knows least in the room. My dad comes in and asks if he can get me more milk, I say sure.

The kitchen area suddenly has no ceiling and you can see trees and power lines overhead. There's a young girl walking on one of the power lines like a tightrope. To call attention to others in the kitchen, I yell to her, "Hey, Marceau!" People then notice she's up there but don't think it's remarkable. There's now two younger kids also walking on the power lines.

A friend of my friend who I don't know comes in and sits next to me. I'm attracted to her, we seem to like each other. She asks, "It's the Olympics and all, what do you want us women to do for you special?" I ask her what kind of pies she knows how to make. She responds that she was thinking of something much bigger than that.

I realize it's been a while since my dad went to refill my milk. Worried that he's getting forgetful in his old age, I go to the kitchen to try to find him. He's not there. I return to my area of the house - my parents live in the room next door. My mom is in my room and all my furniture is gone, replaced my my mom and dad's furniture. My mom is angry, "The church light went on between our rooms at about 1 o'clock! How could you get any sleep?" I run to my mom and dad's room and see all my furniture there, just pushed in at odd angles and there are heaps of clothes all around.