Beer Run and Unburying A Sandwich

I had a dream last night that I was at a house party. Someone was going to make a beer run & I offered to accompany him. First I wanted to go to the bathroom, but when I went in the room was large and there was a burgundy couch and one or two chairs in which people sat and conversed. There were also dark wooden book cases with lots of books along the walls. I sat on the toilet but I couldn't go with so many people just sitting there. So I went back out, went outside and found the person making the beer run to go with him. On the way, I took my swiss army knife out of a pocket, handed it to someone I knew and asked him to hold onto it until I got back. As we walked to beer-run guy's car I wondered to myself why I didn't keep my knife because it wasn't like it mattered if I walked into a store with it in my pocket.

Then suddenly I was in the backyard of the house where I grew up. My friends M & T were out there and there was a banquet table set up on the lawn where T was standing. There was a lot of things on the table and he had something in his hand. I started digging in the lawn up against the garage and unburied a bundle. I announced my find as I picked it up. It was a burgundy, thick linen napkin. I unfolded the corners and found neatly folded and still clean a couple sandwiches cut into small squares. M asked T if they were the sandwiches she had made for him for lunch. He denied it, but I had a feeling he was lying.

Then I woke up.