Reality versus the rest

My house is mad at me. When I try and go back home it growls and gets more angry. Every time I leave to travel away I am scared to come back. Once the dream home it now threatens to kill me. And then I have an idea. I would just run away. But the house must read my mind and locks the doors. I scream and start to try and pound my way out.

Suddenly I am awakened. I am in a tent near the Rocky Mountain Front. 300 miles from home, it is dark and cold. I can not even see the lake I am camped at. It was just a dream. Just a dream.