Dreaming again..I had a house by the ocean, it was a bit dilapitated, but hey, I don't have a house in real life so anythings a step up. I felt like it was my dads' before, it had high cielings, peeling paint, hardwoods, potential. We had moved in and had some boxes, but not a lot in the space. I wanted to paint the front bedroom for Chloe a brownish/beige color and put her stuff in there so she could sleep. We were eating pizza off a box (as we do each time we move) and looking to the right out the tall windows at the waves and rocks outside. Another girl was there (my sister?) and boys were playing in the sand outside as the sun was setting and people were packing up their beach towels and chairs. Someone came to the door and I left. Someone named Michelle was there with Tim and I had to carry some books.