I dreamt I was visiting a couple who lived not far from me, but who in waking life were strangers to me. They were, in my dream, the people hwo had billeted my younger sister when she was down for a school excursion. When I arrived they greated me warmly, especially the woman. And we exchanged news of my family.
Soon after I was left alone to make a phone call, although the woman remained in the house. I am uncertain, but I think I was speaking to a close friend. As we spoke, a violent storm like a tornado blew up, and swept up the house.
We were tossed about, the house rolling and lifting wildly, while I described what was happening to my friend on the phone. We were carried up over a rocky mountain top, and then plummeted down the other side. Although I was very frightened, and had been flung about quite badly, I was unharmed.
Finally the house came to rest at the base of the mountain, in a green valley. I was able to show it to my friend, who had not believed what I was telling her on the phone. It also became another home for me, and I was able to enter at will.