Two vivid nights.
Last night I had a dream about a huge croft-type dwelling. You know, the kind of place that houses a huge family and servants and workers and whatnot. It was for sale (I apparently found it on Realtor.com) for $427,000. I WANTED IT. I dragged Jen out of work with me to go look at it (even though my senses tell me this place was in Maine). It was three stories and Victorian-looking on the outside, with all kinds of funky rooms and round towers running up the corners of the house, neat doors to get in and out, a HUGE kitchen area that lead into a common area, and alcoves along the sides of the common area for horses (inside the house???). It was fully furnished, OLD, packed with history, and lots of other people were there viewing it at the same time we were. And I wanted to kick them all out because that house was MINE.
The night before last I had a dream featuring Robyn and Fred. I dreamed that we lived near to each other, and there was some sort of system of tunnels and hidden rooms that allowed me to follow this crazy maze from my house into their attic (I don’t think they even have an attic). For some reason I used to come and go that way frequently (maybe when someone else lived there?), but then had not done so in a very long time. Then one night I decided to just trespass right into their house and log into Robyn’s computer to read through her archives. Fred was in the room when I showed up (I kind of came in through a closet door or something?) and looked surprised and annoyed, but didn’t really say much to me. I started to feel like maybe I had made a mistake and wasn’t welcome, then Robyn came into the room and started to TOTALLY bitch me out, the way that Fred wouldn’t (I don’t think Fred’s so timid in “real life”). She was so furious with me that it appeared our friendship was at an end and she didn’t want to see anything more of me for at least a few months. I realized that it wasn’t cool at all to just appear in someone’s house, completely trespassing and not invited, having not even entered through the front door, forcryingoutloud. So I bawled my eyes out and begged forgiveness, which she declined. I don’t think she’s so mean in real life, either. But then again, I don’t just waltz into other people’s houses “in real life”.
What a weird pair of dreams.
robynanderson68 said,
April 7, 2008 at 2:20 pm
I wish we had a cool maze leading into our attic (we do have an attic, but it’s just crawlspace, not a cool place where you can really store old things).
And actually, Fred would be the one who bitched you out (although he’d be calm about it) and I’d be the one who was all “Oh, I don’t care. Just make sure you shut down my computer when you’re done, and take a cat with you, pls.” Hee!