Bears and Brothers and Hitchcock, O my!

Various bits:
At my eldest sister's, hanging out in her garage when suddenly a big angry bear arrives and chases everyone inside. I am the last in line and I turn immediately upon entering the house through the garage to slam the door in his face and hold my body against it. He is so strong my whole body bounces against the wood while trying to stand strong; soon though he begins busting through the skinny wood door. I wait, and when I feel ready, I swiftly release the door and go through another and slam that one shut. This door is mostly wooden, but has a square glass window cut into it; I can now see the bear as he angrily tries to get inside. I am incredibly frightened and no one is around to help me as the bear begins to break through the glass...(at this point, my husband wakes me in real life because I've been crying out).
I am then in my childhood home; the house is being completely renovated and so there are many strangers moving through the halls and rooms. One larger blond woman, in particular, is showing me around... everyone seems engrossed in his/her work. The living-room is being changed into the kitchen - as you enter through the front door there are white cabinets and counters on the left wall --- two empty spaces in the cabinet line-up, I am told are for a washer/dryer combo.
I continue through the house and make my way to the master bedroom --- it is now much larger than it was, and while my Mom's bed is where it was 20-some years ago, the rest of the room resembles a warehouse, or factory. There are chairs scattered throughout, and young men resting on them. My Mom is there, looking disheveled. Everyone is waiting around for my little brother. Finally he shows and sinks into one of the chairs. He has a hat on - a rustic looking hat, and through the cutout top his hair is peeking through: orange dreadlocks. I make a comment about his hair and he laughs and tips his head forward to show off the new hair. I sit in a seat and there is a lamp beside me, someone mentions that this seat is meant for my brother --- the lamp moves freely and I move it from my right side to my left. There is a large mirror that extends from it, so that one can watch themselves - sit?
In my last scene I am with my tap instructor from college. We are working on some kind of journalism/investigation. We are walking through a quiet, old town --- it seems to resemble a Hollywood set - everything seems cardboard thin. We are going to a theater to see some work; when we arrive we are met by numerous men in waiter uniforms, and they are telling us to sign our names so that we can see "Psycho" for free... we get to see it for free because apparently the company we are working for has donated $200-and-some to the theater. My instructor doesn't seem too impressed, or happy, about this arrangement, as though it goes against our ethics. We are then told that later we too will need to make a contribution.