Some sort of junkyard combined with a storage facility combined with a beach with showers and changing rooms... There was a house on the beach that had broken apart, like in a storm or something, but all its broken and scattered pieces were giant Lego blocks, the whole house had been made of giant Legos... I was trying to avoid the blame for something, I had come to this place to escape blame or maybe I was looking for someone else to pin the blame on... it had to do with World War II somehow. Maybe the War was my fault...?