Floating House

I awoke early one morning to the gentle swaying of my house. It had been raining heavy all night. I went downstairs and opened the front door. It had stopped raining, but a combination of the rain and a high tide had left my house floating in a huge pool of water. I went to the basement door and discovered nothing but muddy water.

I went back outside to survey the situation. My neighbour came over to talk to me. His house was on higher ground and was OK. He advised me that I should get someone in to jack up the house and move it off of whatever was left of the foundation and rebuild it. Just then a big wave came up from the shore and over the road and around our ankles. We looked out to sea and there were several more huger waves coming in. We scrambled up to the higher ground on his yard; and we still got our knees wet. These waves picked up my house and deposited it in my back yard. My neighbour's smirked at me and commented that at least we don't have to move the house now. He went inside to arrange for a crew to rebuild the foundation.

The crew arrived later in the afternoon. The tide had dropped and a crew from the town had almost finished rebuilding the banks to prevent further flooding. My crew set up pumps to pump the water out of what was left of the foundation. Some of my relatives started stopping by to check out the scene of destruction. When the water was gone it looked like the walls and floor had melted, as if they were made of sugar. When the guys cleaned up what was left of the floor, it revealed a bunch of small stones set out in an intricate pattern. Some arrowheads, tools, and old coins were also discovered. We decided to call someone in from the province to get their opinion of the scene. They would arrive the next day.

My Dad had arrived and we were sitting on lawn chairs talking about the days events over a beer. Just then I realized that I should phone my work to explain the situation to them. I then started to wonder where I was. Germany? Gagetown? Chalk River? Gowan Brae?
Germany was out, as the crew from the town spoke English. Gagetown too, as I had only lived in the shacks there. Chalk was a possibility, as I could remember working in Pet. But my house there was not near water and I didn't have any relatives nearby. So it must be Gowan Brae then, but I didn't have any neighbour's nearby. And I don't work there. I was discussing this with my Dad, and then remarked that this couldn't be a dream as I've been at it all day.

Then I awoke to find myself safe and sound in my bedroom, realizing, with relief, that it was indeed all a dream.....