One-family Water Jugs

In my dream, I am in Joel's bed, but I am calling all of these guys. Benny, Richard, Kaya, and others.. A black-haired mail man (no idea) and this blonde geek/hick like Luann's boyfriend in King of the Hill. I call all of them, and they call me back, and some come to visit me, but then I don't want to see them anymore. Benny is especially difficult to get rid of. God he annoys the shit out of me. I make contact with Richard, and he is kind of available for counsel, but I don't see him. I remember looking at my phone and noticing that the message symbol is not there, and I am sad about it. This is amusing because in real life I have like 30 unheard messages and I really want to get rid of them because the message symbol is covering my eye in the picture I have on my phone.... Anyway. The other part of my dream I am in this house eating nachos or something, it is night time and I can see lights coming through the venetian blinds. I am on the couch and there are other people there, guys, like my brother's friends or something, but they're sleeping. I go outside, sort of through a garage area, something about the garage door and a rough dry side-walk on my bare feet... The coolest part of my dream was about Wesley and Susan though. I'm hanging out with Mariah, and Wesley and Susan have just come back from some faire (of course). They are raving about these water jugs that were at the faire. They were jugs used for water that had been used by only one family. Somehow this was amazing, they were ancient. This display, or booth at the faire, was also in the process of purifying other water-jugs that had been used by multiple families. Wesley and Susan had bought a mug rather than a jug (the booth was offering variations). It was shaped like an hour glass but more severe, about 2 feet high. Susan said, "wait till you see it, now I wish I had gotten a few more". As we watch (switch tense, sorry), in the bottm of the 'mug' a bit of swirling begins, like black sand or dusting spiraling up. It changes swiftly and beautifully, swirling up to create different shapes. At one point it swirls and then freezes in a position where the black sand is holding these molten shiny deep chrome balls, one above the other, and the black sand is so proud and receptive to our astonishment. Then it swirls again and turns to an ocean battle scene, with bloodshed and flying limbs and I wonder momentarily is this is good or evil, and if the booth-keepers really did purify the mugs used by more than one family. I decide it is benevolent, and think of the great fortune upon Mariah's family for having this mug. Alarms sounds.