I was in a house that was full of people who apparently lived there -- lots of people. There were renovations going on and people were cutting down trees near the house and doing it very carelessly so large branches would fall into the garden where people were sitting and talking.
I'd apparently just moved into the house which was almost entirely populated by females. I had a small room containing a bed, a strange sort of fold-out desk that was part of a bookshelf, a thoroughly iced-up fridge, a small b&w TV and half an old black car that was dripping water everywhere. I'd had a fight out in the street with one girl who had dark hair in loose plaits and I was hoping to avoid her in the house.
The front of the house had been remodelled to look like a townhouse and a wall had been built around the veranda. I was looking for someone to help me defrost the fridge and I saw the landlady out on the veranda trying to keep out someone who was pounding on the gate. I went to look for someone to help and found another resident in my room fiddling with my mobile phone and a PDA that I don't have IRL. "You should keep your things where we won't find them or we'll take them." she said.
I got the idea my b/f lived in the house and I was worried someone would show him my longhand journal and looked for it, then had to find somewhere to hide it.
