I'm in a place that is supposedly my house, or possibly my old apartment, as the room my brother was in looked like his old one. He's here with these two Asian girls. I approach to talk to him and he yells at me angrily, telling me to leave him be. I'm a little annoyed, but I still stay around. He's sitting on the desk, writing on a paper, apparently, with the girls seating one at each side, watching and talking. I find two flashlights nearby. One is a metal one we have IRL, the other was white plastic. I pick it up and find it incredibly strong for a flashlight. My brother starts yelling again, in a really hostile way. I'm annoyed and even offended. The girls seem to hide chuckles. I feel like a child (or possibly I was younger?), with people treating me like an annoyance. I leave.

Later, I'm in what seems to be a library or a bookstore. I'm walking around with several children. I'm my RL age now, and the oldest around. I'm supervisioning the kids, mostly, and there's a feeling of respect as I'm the oldest, and also the one "in charge". We start climbing the bookshelves and jumping around. It's incredibly easy for us to do it, though I seem to do it with more ease than the others (part of the respect that attributed to me).