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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM-The Big House"

DREAM-The Big House

This is one of the more vivid dreams I've had lately. Stan and I had bought a new old house. This one was huge, an old Victorian from the 19th century. Everything in it was in a grand scale...windows were large, ceilings were high. There was a lot of space and the rooms were big. I don't remember that much of the house itself, but I do remember the bedroom that we were moving into. Much of it was done up in olive and gold colors. For some reason, we had two beds in the bedroom, and when asked, I said it was for when Stan snores (Why would I want him in the same room when he's snoring? That makes no sense). Even with two beds in the bedroom, it was gigantic. There was also a refrigerator and a sink in there, as if it had formerly been a kitchen. I was excited at the thoughts of breakfasts in bed. There was one cabinet that looked like a refrigerator and it housed an old fashioned telephone system. In the refrigerator, there was a lot of candy--I specifically remember different packages/flavors of "Good 'n' Plenty" (why?). There were a lot of people milling around the house as if there was a going away party for the former residents. I remember an older man walking around, getting food out of the refrigerator. He was sort of large with curly grey hair, dressed sort of slobbily. There were also these young girls...I'm not sure how old...3 to 10 or so. I was lying down in the bed and they wanted to lie down and snuggle with me (weird). One of them was snuggling right beside me and wearing pink pajamas. She said she knew who used to live here before. I asked her who, and she said "Daniel Pearl." I asked her "Really? Daniel Pearl?" Later, I saw her mother and asked her if Daniel Pearl really used to live there. Her mother rolled her eyes and said no, and I could tell that it was just another one of those tall tales her daughter likes to tell. I also remember looking at a very large window by the sink. It had very large window sills, and I was so excited thinking of all the plants I could put on it. Still, it wasn't as nice as our "real" bedroom, nor did it have as much natural daylight, and I was a little disappointed about that. For some weird reason, our "real" bedroom was in the downstairs of this house, so we were schlepping all the furniture upstairs. Then later in the dream, I was in midtown Fort Collins with Stan and some other people who were our friends, but I don't know who they were. I was standing on the northeast corner of College and Laurel, crossing College. I remember walking by the building on the northwest corner (which used to be Rocky Mountain Records and Tapes back in the time I lived there) and seeing my reflection in the window. I looked thinner and taller, and was wearing a long, slim skirt. I was sort of running...I don't know why. I was heading toward some store, but I forgot what it was I wanted to buy.

2 Comments

gawd i love old victorian houses!!!!!!

and yet, al least you can be reassured that there wasn't a toilet seat on the bed this time dear...;)

Posted by Lori @ 05:09:2002:11:43 AM CST

Yeah, but a story-fabricating little kid isn't much better. :-D

Posted by Ann @ 05:09:2002:12:43 PM CST

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