College Party at Medieval Ruins with Father and Moustache

At a party at what appeared to be medieval ruins behind the water treatment plant at College. Nobody cared about me very much because I didn't know any of these people. I was trying to find my friend to make sure she was okay, but I ran into my father, who was inexplicably drinking with a bunch of kids around a fire. We caught up on our jobs, because we haven't met for a good while, but there was nothing interesting to say. He pointed out that I had a ridiculous, bushy, Mark Twain moustache, and this was indeed true. I left to find my friend again, and she was inside a grain silo (apparently). I couldn't figure out how to get inside, and nobody would tell me because the only person I actually knew at the party was my dad. I woke up upset. 1-13-2012