I have gone to one of the houses in the neigborhood I grew up in. It's the house of one of the only two neighbors left- everyone else sold the houses and moved away (in real life).
I go into T's house, and when I come in there is a multitude of people that are in the living room- these are the survivors-(of what?) some of the people there are dead, but most are alive.
I come in and sit, and everyone is sharing. It's some sort of a support group. I sit and listen but don't participate (or at least I don't remember participating.)
I don't know what happened afterwards, I think it turned into some other dream.