I dreamed that I had a home with a whole floor-to-ceiling window and a dark gray sofa. It was piled with books and covered with dust. From the kitchen I could see the living room and the snow outside the window. There was a clock that would not move. Behind the TV wall was a staircase leading to the second floor. It was dark and there was a music box in the middle of the stairs. I picked it up, but couldn't open it no matter what I did. I couldn't pry it open with a knife or a key. I wanted to know where this home was. I wanted to open that music box and find out where it came from and why it was snowing.