A Dream

Not all of this flows logically, but it was a dream. It's not required. That said, it felt very factual and true-to-life at the time. 

 I had a dream last night where I got a job working in an office in a typical Milwaukee home that was central to my family's history (aka like my real life home). But it was much longer, with a windowless side that stretched hundreds of feet.

The office existed because of a secret in the house: a sunken WWII submarine that was only half exposed in the basement, like a fossilized dinosaur still mostly trapped in stone. It ran the length of the basement (hence, I suppose, the unusual outside length of the home).  Although we sold tickets to go see the sub, it was also apparently a secret to the public at large. 

I was promoted into a position of some authority in the office, and revealed the submarine's existence to the public, because I felt the fallen sailors in the wreck deserved to be buried with honors. 

Cut to some odd scenes set in and around the Green Bay Packers of the late 70's and early '80's. 

Back to the office, where a worker/relative was angry with my decision. "Did you even think about our jobs? How are we supposed to make a living now?" I was told. 

And that was the dream in full.