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This one takes place at my uncle's house, out in the country. Most of my family was there.

One of my relatives opens the back door of the house because we can hear something rumbling outside. In the distance, something is shooting upwards from the ground, like dust after a building has collapsed. Something is comming towards us on the ground, slow in a fast sort of way. It snakes towards us, about 15 of us, looking out that door. Some of my relatives jump out the door and run away, I scream at them that they are going to be killed, they don't listen. the rest of us are transfixed by what is happening.

The ground is splitting, right underneath the house. Like fingers unclasping, the earth pulls away, the house tilting at a threatening angle. We rush to the front door, and try to get out. My family makes it out, me and my father are trapped inside. the house tumbled end over end into this fissure, and when we fianlly came to rest at the bottom, we foud that we were actually in a wearhouse.

Some very weird people had split the ground in order to steal the good gravel beneath it. So now, we couldn't let these guys see us, because they would kill us. We escape the wearehouse, but don't know where we are. In a mountain somewhere. Some trouble follows us as we travel, which I remeber in terms of "Snow and rockets." meaning I recal some snow and some rockets. When we fianlly make it home, we can no longer recognize the place, as some odd technology has taken over. Once again, I have lost everything.