I am in my old bedroom at my parents' house. I remember leaving my laptop in its carrying case in the closet. I go into the bedroom and retrieve it. I take out the laptop from the case...the edges of where you'd open it are busted....ragged and broken. I open up my laptop...it has cooked white rice scattered all around the keyboard. I freak out, wondering how this could have happened. I look at it again, wondering if this is for real or if I am dreaming. I decide that this is really happening. I am distressed. In the dream, the laptop was given to me by Aunt. M (in reality of course, my honey bought it for me). I get worried now because I have to tell her that it got broken...and that she'd have to get it replaced, which is possible since she purchased $200 insurance on this laptop. I suddenly realize that D. was the one who broke it. I glance into the closet...there are tools of some sort and exercise equipment (I think) laying around...he must have banged my laptop against them while playing with it.