A couple nights ago I had a dream that Stan and I were at the house we used to live in on Grant Street in Ft. Fun, except it was the mutated dream version of the house which entails a rather complex basement structure which is much more vast with several levels. We were standing outside the house too, and Stan was working on making a scalloped border of bricks along the sidewalk, which actually looked more like the sidewalk by our house on Peterson Street because there really wasn't a sidewalk where we lived on Grant Street. I looked up at the house and it was on brick stilts, so there wasn't a basement. It looked very small, like a cabin of only about 400 sq. ft, and built entirely out of stone. Windows surrounded the entire perimeter of the house, small windows right under the eves. I looked up at the house and said, crying, "I miss this place SO MUCH." I really longed to be back there in the dream. IRL, I'm glad I'm here. Even if Stan and I had decided to stay in Ft. C. and not move here, we wouldn't have been able to afford a place as nice as what we have here, not that what we have is nice by common suburban spoiled American standards, but it's nice for us. We only would've been able to afford some peasly little basementless 1 story pre-ranch post-bungalow boring thing in Ft. C. But it probably would've had a nice big yard.

Last night I dreamt I received two negatives in my ebay account by some customer that had "bt" at the beginning of their ebay username. I was glad to find I didn't have any negatives awaiting my ebay account when I woke up.

I also remember a dream last night or early this morning where I was at Tim's parents' house and it was like a barn inside, or rather their house was inside a barn. His whole family, including siblings whom I've never met IRL, was there and they were doing farm work.

Labels: Dreams