I was walking on a vast, gentle slope of grass.
As I continued up until the middle where there is nothing much to see, I discovered a two-storied house - the kind often featured in advertisements - was flying in the air.
It was actually rotating and floating around.
There were a few colour shirts hanging out of the outdoor dryer, swinging in the wind side-by-side.
As I hoped that the creepy house wouldn’t come in my direction, but it contrary to my wishes it came my way.
Finally, when it reached me, I was unable to stand because of my astonishment.
The house then stopped moving.
I thought of it crashing or some kind of nightmare, so I tried desperately to move, though my body was frozen.
By the time I managed to get away, the flying house left in a different direction.
I looked up into the sky. There were a few colour shirts left behind, still floating.
(9/17/00)