Mean Girls?

My family was moving to this new place and to me it like a regression, like I was still in highschool. We had stopped at this diner and while waiting for my family I was sitting by myself. This group of girls had just entered and one of them approched me and said I was sitting in "their" spot. I blew them off saying there was no sign stating otherwise. All I got was pissy looks and mummbling under breath when my parents finally showed up and again when we left.

Before entering the house I was standing on a huge back portch looking out at the other homes in the area. All of a sudden this swarm of bears seemed to show up from no where and they were trying to get into some of the houses. I had to scramble to get back into the house- not in a good way.

And then later the house (and it seemed really huge with all these rooms and windy halls), I was redecorating my new room. The cool thing was it was like having sort of three rooms together. The first space was for my bed room and then when you walked further back there was like a hang out space and then turning to the right there was this funky looking bathroom. What struck me as odd was I was changing the room colors with a wave of my hand and thinking to myself that one color didn't look as nice as another. It was strange.