I wake up go to the living room. The house I’m in has a driveway similar to house my current home is arranged but the sofa is white. I’m very groggy. I look out into the driveway and see a dark car pull in. Behind it is a sparkly green mini truck. It pulls in and the driver does something, gets back in the truck and backs out of the driveway. I’m wondering who these people are and what’s going on. I head to the kitchen and find a young African American man in the hallway. I look into the kitchen and find that it’s been gutted and the house is being raised on supports. I ask him what’s going on. He tells me that they’re doing some needed renovation. I’m assuming the owners want this done.
A bunch of workers are suddenly around, taking stuff out of the house and figuring where they’re going to make modifications to piece apart the house so continue raising it. A young woman comes in to speak with me. She offers me Cheetohs. She’s very friendly, in fact, everyone is. I walk outside to see all the things from inside the house on the outside. Many things have disappeared including the stove, all the pots and pans, and just about everything else from the kitchen.
I walk down the street where it seems is the head of operations. I’m speaking to a general contractor and who seems to be the project manager. We’re talking about who ordered this and things feel a little sideways. I ask to see the original contract. This triggers a series of movements. People start cleaning up and moving vehicles. People start disappearing. I suddenly realize that I should be getting pictures and videos of people and license plates but it’s almost too late. Everyone’s leaving. I’m worried this is all a ruse to steal everything I own.
Moving from happy and curious to scared. The house is a different house.
