Last night, I dreamt of my house.
When I dream, I frequently find myself living in this particular house. It’s a two-story Victorian with pale yellow siding.
I live on the first floor, with its living room and kitchen and bedrooms in the back, and I barely ever think of the second floor. In the dream, I need something or want something on the second floor, or I have to escape from something horrible downstairs, so I go up.
The upstairs is lovely: large rooms, nicely furnished with couches and chairs. It’s messy, but that’s okay. I search through a sitting room, a side bedroom I’ve converted into storage, and I think a few other rooms.
I never find what I’m looking for.
5 responses to “My dream house”
Michael To liked this on Facebook.
What you’re looking for is not upstairs – it’s the chocolate ginache cake in the freezer!
Is this the Victorian you showed us in Leesburg?
Susan Newhall liked this on Facebook.
Nope. It was situated more like the neighborhood in Lady & The Tramp, but it was definitely real.