Last night I dream of retuning to a house I used to live in with my parents. Things were afoot there. For one, some natural phenomenon caused serious flooding to occur in the living room. I watched it happen. Maybe there was an earthquake, or a pipe broke, and water filled up our neighbors pool til it overflowed and water flowed right into the front door of our house, into the living room. My father took charge ordering my mother to make calls, to do this and that. Somehow our living room seemed like it was outdoors and junk lay everywhere. A hotdog stand was in the living room. I ran off after the flood looking to get out of that house and left them to deal with it.
IN the next segment, I live in some mansion with a relative. We discover a dog locked away in a chest that looks exactly the same as one of the dogs I have know, only younger. It must be related to her. Even though the dog has been locked away in the chest, it comes to life as if it has only been a short time but it has been a very long while. The dog should be dead. It turns into a twin of my sister and comes to live in the mansion with me and my relative. I don’t know her though but she seems like a good guest and stays out of everyone’s way.
It takes a long while to walk from one end of the house to next and no one lives there except for the clone of my sister, my relative who is a woman, and I live there. The lighting in the house is diffused almost, purgatorial.
I find myself in England, wandering around aimlessly with new friends. After walking through various areas of England such as boat docks, highways, pubs, during the day and night some plot unfolds. I make some new friends, and they tell me someone I know has been kidnapped by criminals. We have to save this person. I don’t recall what the persons relationship is to me. She may be family or my wife. Time runs out. We have to find her. I set up a server identifier that scans for servers. Test it out. Prepare to bring it into the neighborhood I think they are in. My friends play a recording or maybe let me hear a phone call of her being tortured and screaming. I have to leave. I can’t listen to it and set out to find her.