(I usually abbreviate names from my social circle and family, but this once I'm going to mention a person by name simply because well, I haven't seen her in 8 years or so)
For some reason, I'm visiting my old neighborhood. I have somehow entered my old home, which isn't exactly how it looked IRL. First of all, it was in the ground floor of the building. It was a long group of rooms, mostly empty, with no furniture at all. At the end, it had a large glass window/pane that showed the entrance of the building (actually, the ramp for the parking lot). Interestingly, that was the "front entrance" - I somehow got in through the back, though I have no idea where or how it was. I walk into the empty room and there are some people I used to study with back in school. There's this blonde girl Carla, who I greet awkwardly, since we haven't seem each other for years. There are two others dressed up like snowmen, in full body suits. I shake their hands and greet them as if they were men, finding just then that they were two other girls from school. I find this all really awkward, when I notice(?) my mother is looking for me. I look at the entrance and she's staring at me impatiently from the ramp.