in the dream

kara my wife and sir patrick stewart our close friend and I are all cleaning up an old house together for some reason I think we may own it together so the house seems like something from an old monty python sketch vaguely brick and small and with old wallpaper inside and damp and browning and at one point kara starts speaking loudly about some flies and a cat box and patrick stewart is opening doors for her as they try to get the foul thing out of the house meanwhile thousands of flies are coming out of it very satanically but i calmly step forward with the shop vac and suck them from the air in a big stream.. patrick stewart smiles at me and says something like 'vortex' i smile too and say 'wormhole'..