I was eating a small (Zip-Lock type) bag of roasted, salted sea shells (actual sea shells). There was a weird, quirky West Virginia-type old guy with a house. He acted like he didn't have much money, but the inside of his house was spacious... bad 70's like "Brady Bunch." I felt like it wasn't just decorated 70's, but I was actually in the 70's. There was a wide-open foyer room. He entertained himself with homemade movies (Not just "home" movies, but actual action films he and his friends shot out by the pool). He had weird objects in his house and found amusement in simple things.