I'm driving, as if going home from work, and it's suddenly become very snowy, like about a foot deep. I drive right along through it, but I realize that I'm in my car, not my truck, so traction could become an issue. I'm thinking that I will shovel off my driveway and walk this time (having learned in real life that if you don't, it turns to ice and becomes much more difficult to deal with), but by the time I get home, there's only a dusting of snow on the ground, not deep enough to shovel.

As I go into the house through the garage, there is some chaos due to somebody who is moving out of my house (probably Stacey and her mom, who are presently occupying a couple rooms in my basement). But I notice that some of my own possessions have also been messed with; there is an empty crate on the floor that used to contain some of my camping supplies. As they were packing, they took some of my stuff! This makes me really livid, and I go into the house very angry and looking to yell at the people who are moving out.

But inside my house there is some sort of party going on, and lots of people are milling around. Unlike my real house, the door from the garage opens into a large open living room, where there is a bar near the wall where somebody is serving drinks and snacks. On large platters are these small bites of colorful food of I believe Norwegian origin. Somebody offers me one, pretty much daring me to eat it, as if it should be a foreign and unpleasant taste. I take one and eat it; it isn't great, but not as terrible as they made it out to be. My anger has worn off a bit but I still need to find those people and talk to them about taking my stuff.