I dreamt I was walking in the cow pastures by our house and I got to the top of the hill and instead of the usual forest, there was a really big house that looked abandoned, but the lawn was huge and the grass was short.
I had carried a hammer up in the fields for some reason and hammered away at an unfinished-but-old pine staircase, but then I remembered that my brother had told me somebody lived up here and the thought occurred to me that this house might be it, so I stopped hammering and started exploring.
There was a guy (who's name I'm familiar with irl, but I don't recognize him) up some other stairs and in through an open sliding glass door, watching TV. He was kind, but I was really nervous and left after a few minutes.
I was nervous about the damage I did to his house, but there wasn't any there when I left.
There was some kind of celebration back at our house, which was now part of a more close-together, less spread out community. Fireworks were going off, it was noisy; I think some kind of musical celebrity was there. I took a shortcut home and then I woke up.