I was visiting my family in Maine for Thanksgiving, and was staying in my step father’s mom’s old house. My mom was arguing with some other family members in the kitchen, so I left the house to go for a walk.
Outside, there was a large wedding happening, and I sat on the steps and watched. The wedding was taking up the front lawns of several houses, and there were hundreds of people outside. After a while, I got up and went into the house next door, and started creeping around. The house looked a lot like Commissioner Reagan’s house from Blue Bloods, and I snuck upstairs, and went into one of the bedrooms.
While upstairs, I started opening all of the drawers and closets, and stealing various items, shoving them into my shirt, down my pants, into my shoes, etc. I turned to leave one of the rooms, and there was a woman in a wedding dress standing in the doorway. She started asking me who I was, why I was there, and why I was stealing from them, and I told her some elaborate story about how I worked for the caterers, and how I was sent upstairs to find some cake icing that had gone missing. The woman didn’t buy the story, and started yelling at me to get out.
I ran down the stairs, where there was a crowd of people partying in the front foyer, and as I was pushing through the crowd, I knocked someone over, who hit a canoe that was siting against the wall, and it crashed through a window. People started screaming, and a bunch of people started falling/diving out the broken window. I left through the front door, and started walking down the sidewalk, and found myself suddenly in the heart of downtown in my old hometown, and it was snowing. I kept walking quickly, and looking over my shoulder…
And then, I woke up.