I'm at a festival of sorts, for children, old houses, well kept, line the street, there are clowns and mimes and jugglers and there's someone with a sparkler...

It's some sort of children's festival, I don't know where, only that people have come from as far away as Philadelphia for it, and I'm thinking they must be perverts, only that I'm reassured they're not, it's just that good a festival...

...On the top of a small hill, my house, old, perhaps a couple of stories high, and I'm inside, upstairs, when I see the walls begin to break apart, the drywall is crumbling as if it were being eaten by ants or termites, the same patterns crumbling the walls, ...

...And I'm shouting to the people inside (the children) to get out, the house is going to collapse, it was built above an Artesian Spring and the crumbling I was seeing was the water percolating up through the drywall...

...A couple escape, the house, it falls to pieces, the drywall and walls have been entirely dissolved, a couple of people I didn't know were inside, they pick themselves up from the ground, pull aside the black plastic (Vapor barriers?), they were hidden in the walls, I check and they're OK...