Usually I either don't have dreams or can't remember them.. But I had one the other day. It took place in my neighborhood on a brisk, slightly foggy, morning. Right at sunrise, which is odd, because I always sleep in unless I have to work. I was at the intersection down my street at an empty lot (its not empty IRL) chillin with some guy. He was about 28, slightly on the heavy side, but friendly and eagerly awaiting something. Okay, so the lot wasn't quite empty because there was a foundation down and he was waiting on his house to arrive. Sure enough, a big rig came down the street with his house, but it wasn't one that would/could be transported. Not a trailer home but a regular two story house. Well, not 'regular', the base was on the smaller side, his lot wasn't very big. How the house got from the truck onto the foundation is beyond me, because that wasn't part of the dream, just kinda *POOF* it was there. Before we gave the truck crew the go-ahead to leave, we went inside to make sure everything lined up where it should. All was good. He told me that this was great and gave me a tour. Somehow the bottom floor of his house was half-way below ground. Not sure why, and even stranger, I don't recall the foundation proceeding down. He pointed out one of the upstairs rooms that would be the toddlers and said the wife and kid should be here in a few hours with their luggage. That's about where this dream ends, think I woke up to pee at this point. I'm sorry if you actually read through this thing, I'm not much of a narrator, nor is it an interesting dream anyways..