tiny rooms; roaches; choose your own

I was trying to figure out my living arrangements. I was back at school but it wasn't clear if I was in off campus housing or one of the dorms. It was a big house, falling apart. My choice of rooms were both tiny, and it wasn't clear who would be sharing them. There was another woman, who I was friends with, and also Ben and the members of a band we both know. The house seemed to be attached to a swank hotel. The woman and I walked through the hotel. I mentioned they'd had some problems before with cockroaches and then I saw one on its back, dying, and then I saw a bunch of baby roaches coming out of a crack.

One of the rooms had an open fronted bookshelf that some of the band members converted into a dollhouse. I tried to help put the furniture and tiny books in place on the shelves, but I could only come at it sideways, not from the front. My fingers had trouble with the tiny books, although I was charmed.

There was a sort of choose your own adventure show on television, but promoted with drink bottles. You had to look back at your bottle to find words on the rim that would give you the next choice. Then I was in the show. I thought I had opted to stay on an island, but then it seemed like my luggage was getting stowed on a boat to go away.

There was a dinner party going on. My father and stepmother, I think? There was a huge posh living room, then a big table, and we were supposed to pass around big sheets of paper to fill in an anecdote for some parlor game.