Torn Down Old House

It has finally been torn down. What is missing? The old house. A long time ago, in my dream, there was an old house. It sat on a slight incline with neighbors not so close. It was a large house with many floors. I have been in this house. Climbed the stairs. Peered out windows. I felt good when I visited this house. Does it exist? In my mind. However, last night when I revisted the old house, it was gone. Torn down. Eliminated. All that was left was rubble, dug up dirt, large trash containers to collect memories. In my dream, as I walked past the old house I remembered how I felt when I first saw it. I could feel the warmth from the sun as it opened up the spot the house once sat. When I woke this morning I realized something was missing...the torn down old house.