Last night I dreamt that there were entire sections of our house I’d never noticed before–and that other people were living in them and paying rent to the previous owner. That other people were living in our house or that I’d never noticed extra floors to the house before didn’t bother me, just that the former owners were still collecting the rent.
My subconscious must be telling me I should have been an architect, as this house and many other buildings in my dreams are really, really cool, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen them before. This one I confess to a little twinge of disappointment when I woke up and realized that wasn’t really our house. And that was just the interior. I suspect the landscaping was incredible.
You had the big amazing house dream! You know what that means, don’t you? Me either. When I have the BAHD, the house usually belongs to either Mom & Dad or Cecelia & Scott.
Yes, usually it’s Mom and Dad’s place. It’s amazing how many times I’ve found secret rooms in the back of our old closet that could only exist if the house next door wasn’t there.
My secret rooms are usually reached by climbing up into a crawl space on the back porch which takes me down into a huge basement area. Either that, or they have moved to a huge, fancy house with two kitchens, an incredibly landscaped yard which sometimes includes a pool.
I’ll take it!