@MoonCat keeps a basket with candles and wax melts in the corner of our staircase. I don't usually think about it but this time, I was drawn to a few small bottles sitting on top of the basket.
I picked one up, started climbing the stairs and found myself in the same house, but I knew it was different immediately.

The treads felt different.
It didn't smell like home.
It felt empty.
The number of stairs wasn't right.

I climbed to the top, the bedrooms were empty but clean, and the bathroom was warm, so I took a bath... I'm usually a shower person. No idea why, at that particular moment.

After the bath I went back down, found more bottles, so I picked up a different one and ended up somewhere else.
This time there were people in the house, teenage students apparently.
they were of course confused as to how I got there and why I was in their house.
I thought trying to explain that it was also my house would be a bit weird, so again another bottle.
This time it was almost home, there were similar feelings to the place, but the kids in the second bedroom weren't my two, and the newel posts had different caps on the top.
They didn't seem particularly surprised to see me when I put my head around the door and said 'Hello.'

Last bottle, and I ended up back home.
What a #WeirdDream indeed.