A couple of nights ago, I dreamt that while in an orange OH-6 Cayuse helicopter, it spazzed out and ended up in Portland, Oregon (all the way from west Tennessee). There, I met my uncle, at an orange house, and told him i accidentally got there and I needed to get home. So, being in one of my dreams, I ended up hiding in a closet, and the house lifted cleanly off the ground, without any sound. I looked out the window, and then I woke up. Everything was in blockland graphics except for people and the helicopter