Buffy kisses Drusilla -- sorta

Next thing she knew, Buffy was passing out and when she came to, she and Drusilla were sitting out in the country on a blanket that had been laid out by some babbling brook. No, not a brook. A stream. A crystal-blue stream.

And judging from the voices she heard in the distance, it was a crystal-blue Italian stream.

Wait a minute, she thought. Am I trapped in a 1980s song?

Drusilla was still kissing her and she had her tongue in Buffy's mouth and she smelled so good she did not want things to stop.

Funny thing, Buffy thought. I never thought of myself as bi. I always thought I was about as straight as my friend Willow.

And speaking of friends, wasn't that her old teacher Jenny Calender over there in the distance? And was that Principal Flutie besides her? And who was that girl in the Catholic schoolgirl's outfit who was standing behind them? Was that Darla?

What was Darla doing here? She always thought that Angel had killed Darla. Which meant Darla was dead. Though come to think of it, Principal Flutie was dead too. And so was Jenny Calendar.

So if they're all here, thought Buffy, does this mean I'm dead too? Or is this just a dream?