Destroying the House

I started out on my grandparents farm out by the dairy barn. I'm not sure why I was there or what was going on for the most part. There was a little shack of a house there, just out from the left side of the barn. This little house was very very little. It was only about 4 feet tall on the inside, and maybe about four feet wide by eight feet long. It was a lot like a little play house or something. The inside of this house had hard wood floors and two rooms. One was specifically supposed to be a bedroom, and the other was supposed to be a kitchen/dining area. There were at least two other people there with me. One of them was Em, and I'm not 100% sure who the other one was. It may have been Pete from work, or it may have been Sandy from the church I used to go to. Either way, this house was supposed to be for them.

I think Pete/Sandy had left, and so it was just Em and I left there. I think there was something that happened where I caused the house to be destroyed, but I'm not exactly sure how. Actually, this house may have been the second one. There may have been a "first house" that was supposed to belong to them, but that one was the one that was destroyed.

Shortly after all of this, I wound up leaving with Em. I'm not sure if I was thinking back or if this was actually something that was supposed to be happening anew, but we wound up at a bigger house that was supposed to be in Savannah, Georgia but it was all dilapidated and falling apart. What I mean is, that in the dream, I knew that there was a house I had lived in that was in Savannah, and I had destroyed it previously. As I started thinking about it, that seemed to be the main direction that the dream took: replaying a supposed memory as if it were the actual dream in progress.

Anyway, Em and I went in the front door. Going inside, the house was totally demolished inside. The ceilings had fallen in, and the walls were just the bare two-by-fours, but all the wood looked very old and rotten, as if it had once been part of an old barn or something. The wood was all dark gray and black, but it was just very heavily weathered, not burnt. The layout of the house was a little weird. There seemed to be a total of four rooms. One was the living room, and it was a pretty big room that ran across the whole front of the house and literally took up half the house. The second half was the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, and each one had a door that led into the living room. The way to the kitchen was pretty big, as if it were a double door of sorts. It was in the middle. The bathroom was on the left and the bathroom was on the right. It was kind of like this, with the front door at the bottom in the middle:

bath	kitchen	bedroom
living room

We were looking around, and I started thinking again about what had happened in this house when I lived there:

I had been in the living room, and everything looked very normal (still the same old rotten looking wood, but assembled correctly) but old. I had setup something that would cause the house to pretty much implode on request. When I made it implode (I'm not exactly sure how I did so, but it may have been via telekinesis of some sort) I was using various types of mental energy, such as telekinesis, to keep the falling house off of me and to keep me safe. It was kind of a practice that I was doing to build this ability. Then I would do something that would cause everything to move in reverse and rebuild the house in a matter of a few seconds and then I'd do it all over again.

I did this one time while Em was there, and she was appalled that I was doing this to a house. She didn't think I should be tearing the house apart at all because it was "a perfectly good house," and I couldn't convince her that I was able to fix it just like it had been. At the same time, I did have a little bit of doubt that it was as good as it had been in the first place. It seems that the house was getting weaker and weaker each time I performed the stunt, and eventually it wouldn't stay up on it's own anymore.