So tell me about this dream you had....
It's like this. There was this house. I think it was my house but it didn't look like an particular house I ever lived in. It was either a long time ago, or sometime in the future. There were people there. The feeling was, like "meh".
Or, contrariwise, "hem".
Then whole thing kinda evaporated.
My most cordial greetings to Mrs. Reformanda, and any possible Reformandettes.
The circumspect Mrs. Don-o on Ambien.