In this dream I found myself at my dad's place just out front because they were having a plumbing problem.  I asked them about it, and they said that the plumbers were coming.  So I decided to back my car out of the way so they could get in close to the house.  As I was doing this, they showed up in three hotrods, one 80's Camaro and two 1940's style hotrods (vintage model T body with an oversized V8 in it) done up in sort of a clown car/rolling advertising way that promoted their plumbing business.  For example it had bottles of drain cleaner glued to the hood, a paint job like you'd expect a plumber to have, and so on.  Anyhow, I got out and talked with one of the guys, the last one to arrive, and we discussed dad's plumbing problems and how he's only ever done the minimum to keep things running, which the plumber knew and kinda chided him like, "Yeah, that's Bob for ya, always doing the bare minimum."

We all then walked over to the house as the plumbers were discussing the issue with Dad, and I remember gathering up some blankets in the yard, and wanted to put them somewhere safe, but everything was wet and dirty, so I folded them up and walked to the house which now looked nothing like his actual house.  It looked more like a highly art deco alpine adventure place like the kind kids would go to.  Anyhow, upon stepping inside I noticed it was devoid of furniture and was wet, kinda moldy, a little rotted, or at least starting to rot, floor boarsd out of place, etc.  It looked in really bad shape.  Not disintegrating, but definitely not the kinda place you'd wanna live in.  Walking around the place trying to get a look at the other areas of the house, I legit stepped through a hole in the floor due to a missing plank.  I didn't fall into the basement.

Just ended up on the floor with my leg dangling through the hole.  I then got myself up, walked further in, and noticed that the place was legitimately rotting and rusting itself apart and looked to be held together with a prayer.  Then, as I began making my way out, I noticed that some of the rotted boards that had been there before had been pulled out and replaced with brand new wood, although work had only made it across half of the main living room.  I then, in the dream, realizing what message was being said, that God was working inside the house (my dad's heart) and slowly repairing it, removing the rot and decay that was there, and putting in new boards, rebuilding the structure, fixing it, and renewing it.  When I realized this, I praised God and thanked Him for doing that.

Then, realizing that I needed to get back to my home (which is a long ways away), I told the Lord, "I'm ready to go back now, Lord.  Please send me," and I kid you not, right in the middle of saying that, I felt myself pulled across time and space, through kind of a portal, and landed in my chair where I woke up from a nap.  And the craziest part about all of this is how real everything felt.  Like, I honestly felt the wood, the air, the moisture, my falling in that hole, everything.  And me coming out of that felt like I was physically transported back to my apartment, and my chair.  Not, "oh, I just woke up from a dream," but rather, "oh, did I get physically carried there and back?"  It felt that real.  Anyhow, that's where the dream ended.