Its a house I don't recognize, but its "mine." Lots of people are there, some may be family; others may be construction workers. Only two individuals stand out: a woman (maybe Dianne) who is in charge and a younger man named "Carl" who also lives in the house and, therefore may be "family." A hardwood floor is being laid in the house (and maybe hardwood walls as well) For some reason, I insist on watching a movie (Cabaret?) and keep trying to push a large entertainment center out onto the unfinished floor. The woman insists that the laying of the floor has priority over the movie. I become more and more frustrated, more and more angry, more and more depressed. The woman asks me to get the keys from Carl. I become more depressed. I finally take the keys and leave the house. Forboding looms.