Pffffhht! That's nothing.
When I was little, maybe 7 years old, I had the corker of all weird dreams. I still remember it to this day. In the dream, my mother woke me up early in the morning and said "Get up, sleepyhead! Today is a special day and you don't want to miss it!" I asked what was so special about the day and she told me "Today is the day that the little blue people are coming to tear our house down and then build it back up again!" I was confused, but got up and followed her out of the house.
A short while later, a column of little blue people marched up, blue clothes, blue caps, pointy blue beards, all carrying blue tools. Picture blue dwarves but with sharper beards. My mother and all the neighbors started singing
We love them because they tear our house down and then they build it back up again!
We love them because they tear our house down and then they build it back up again!
over and over.
Meanwhile, the blue people went into overdrive and deconstructed our house in about a minute. The roof, all the boards, pipes, appliances, etc were lying in heaps all over the place. Then they rebuilt the house with all the same parts, just as fast, while the people kept singing. This happened several times in quick succession before the dream ended.