windows stay open

I am in a large house. I know no one. A branchy family resides there: children from marriages past, adopted children, random other people's children - (teens, these kids are mostly teens). As it grows darker and stormy outside we begin securing the large windows throughout the house: windows line whole walls, and no matter that we lock them they are still able to rise quite a bit. Anything, or anyone could pass between this space. I am uneasy about the windows, others seem less worried. At one point some person comes in to talk with the adopted and "other" kids, I am placed among these kids, as though one of them. We are settled on a sofa. Nothing happens, just some middle-aged nobody shuffling around before us.

There is a long hallway, and the house has shifted into a dormitory of sorts; everyone seems college age. I am definitely an outsider. I am waiting at a bus stop or something, it is an enclosed space, sort of cave-like, when I run into one of my students, S. She seems lost so I attempt to help her, but before I see her through, I end up back at the dorm in a blue-lighted, smokey room. There is a small stage and a young, grungy band appears and begins to thrash and play. There are bubbles coming out of their mouths. They sound an awful lot like Nirvana. I bounce along with the other kids, lightly jumping up and down - the ground beneath us has become trampoline-like. I bounce and bounce. When I lose interest I come to rest on the trampoline mat beneath me, I am semi-posed: one leg draping the other, cigarette dangling from my mouth, eyes brightly looking into the blue face of the singer.