Dream last night...

I dreamed that we (Russ, maybe one of the boys? and I) were living in this very old castle-like house overlooking the ocean and a river confluence. I can't remember specifically the whole scenario, but a storm was coming and becuase of the sand and wind erosion around the house, they (the owner? some demolition co?) were going to raze the house too, so it was quite a startling dream - almost scary and tense. I saw the waves and breakers coming closer and closer, and also saw the demo team bringing in their tractors and what not, and I was in the bedroom, peering out the window and telling Russ to hurry up! Grab some essential items (and fussing at him about how to discern what was essential, which of course he was doing a terrible job with). We also had a small baby in a crib, and I was trying to get her(?) dressed and ready to get out of the house ASAP...and having a hard time grabbing her clothes and such, then thinking about what was essential stuff that would get us through until we either could get back in the house or what we could do w/o.