I was walking on a road flanked by rows of tall broadleaf trees. It was summer. On one side of the road, there was a row of houses in construction, but one of them looked different.
All the other houses were built from the template, the most popular and widespread form of house in this area. That one house was apparently original design, high quality, very ingenious, unfinished just like others, but obviously looking promising.
I desired to find the construction team of that small house and ask who the construction lead was. I wished to know how to contact them so that in the future, I would contact this construction lead when I have a project.
Then as I went inside the little house, I found the floors sinking into water. The basement was fully soaked in water. To my shock, the ground floor was slowly sinking into the ground. I hurried upstairs to the second floor, only to find the second floor already sunken to ground level.
I panicked, I kept running upstairs. But it was weird since I never had the impression from the outside that this house was higher than 2 stories. But on the inside, I kept running upstairs to avoid sinking along with the floor into the basement.
I kept ascending, as the floors kept descending.
