These Dreams... Like the Ones I Used To Have.

Where people turn into other people and it's all a sepia-tinted mess.
Anyways.
I'll set this up like the six hours entries, because it's easier to follow that way.

Characters: Kathlyn, A dear old friend of mine; Ken, her older brother whom I have just recently come into contact with again; Their Father; Patrick, a boy from my high school whom I worry about constantly; Some assorted Army personnel; Jeff Mangum, Former lead singer of Neutral Milk Hotel and musical genius; and Anastasia, that's me.
Setting: A mess hall, a kitchen, and a victorian house. But not in that order.

I don't really have the whole dream for you, but here's what I can offer. Kathlyn appeared out of nowhere in a red car on a red cell phone. She called me and then came to get me. I got to this victorian house that was apparently where she lived. Her family was partially there, I saw her dad and Ken, her brother, and her dog (what was that dog's name? calico? I can't remember.) For whatever reason Kathlyn had to leave, so I was alone with Ken and their dad. I spent a siginificant amount of time talking with Ken about something, but I can't remember what. Then he went to go clean locker rooms with Patrick and another nameless person. I went to try and get free dinner from the mess hall. A general of some sort began harassing me, and I yelled at him. When someone else tried to chastise me, I explained that I wasn't in the army, I was just hungry, and walked into the locker rooms to find Ken. I couldn't locate him, but I did run into Patrick. I went into the kitchen and was just with their dad, and then Ken came back and told him the best way to keep from drowning was to keep both hands free. I walked outside and there was Ken, but he had taken on the appearance of Jeff Mangum. When I started talking to him, it became apparent that Ken had become Jeff Mangum. I could hardly keep calm- I was talking to Jeff Mangum!
Of course, we talked about Oh Comely. There were other things, but now that song has been in two dreams.

Also! When soymilk goes bad, it tastes like miso.