This isn't Your House

So I dreamed about Grandma's house on Ivy street last night. Dennis and I were spending the night there. You know none of the family have lived there in a while but we stopped in to make sure all was well. 

In the morning i went up on the hill to the swimming pool (!!) and there was a boy sitting there on a bench. I thought oh I'll go cause I don't really want to be around people right now, but then I thought what is he doing at my pool. 

I yelled at him and told him to leave and he was like, "this isn't your house." 

I charge back into the house and find a family of 4 koreans living in the room where I had the mumps. They were asleep and I started screaming at them to get out. They woke up confused and  said, "this isn't your house." 

I'm totally going nuts and telling them I lived here when I was 8 and this most certainly was my house. They should go now or I would call the police. 

They said they had a paper proving it was their house and I went ballistic. Mind you, Dennis is trying to calm me down and leave the room and dial 911 on the phone. 

I'm pacing around wait on hold with 911 and Dennis is trying to reason with me that the Koreans have a document and I'm just like shut up it's fake! How can this belong to anyone else? I said we are moving back in. Then I hang up and go back to the room and start chucking their things out.

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