In real life, our basement is basically a square with unfinished concrete walls and floor. The washer and dryer are down there, and so are heaps of disorganized clothing, papers, camping equipment, soccer stuff, Christmas decorations ~ the debris of 24 years of living in the same place.
Last night I had another one of those dreams, the dreams in which I go downstairs and discover an endless sequence of rooms.
They were all flooded.
I slogged through about a foot of water, room after room after room.
"We will never be able to sell this house, " I said.