Living in Japan

I was teaching at a school in a small town in Japan. But none of the people in the town were Japanese, everyone spoke English, and it looked like a small town in America with a Main Street and a diner. I taught in a cute little school. One day I was leaving the school and walking to my car, which was parked in a tree (as they do in Japan). It was winter and there was snow everywhere. I stood at the base of a tree, about to climb up to my car and thought to myself, "I'd better make sure this is my car before I climb all the way up this tree." So I looked up into the tree and decided this was not my car. I started walking from tree to tree, looking up trying to find my car. Villagers came to help me and I ended up riding in a sleigh with some people.  I never did find my car.