I am flipping through a magazine, back and forth, and I come upon a section about dreaming – and there on the page is a dream I had, fully recorded. I read it, and the dream comes back to me in full essence.
It is a romantic dream, almost mystical, and also very sensual, about me as a young woman and her soul mate. The final part of the dream is so descriptive, bringing back the feelings of longing and love, of sensual pleasure, erotic touch, and such a sense of rightness with this person.
I am an adult, with (in charge of?) a group of kids – teens and younger. I have brought them to show them my grandparent’s house, on my Dad’s size. As we approach the house on foot, I see a white wood frame home, not very wide – looks like it might contain two rooms across, the same deep. I know better, but wait to show the surprise to the kids.
We enter, there are indeed two rooms welcoming us, but then I take them through a door into other rooms, and more, deeper and deeper into the house, looking all around. There is an old fashioned kitchen, and in may rooms some old fashioned furniture – but strangely, blending in, some more modern pieces, even the occasional computer screen or flat screen tv.