posted on Aug, 17 2016 @ 12:26 AM
A handful of times a year, I dream of a house. I've never seen it in person but it is as vivid as any real memory I have. Always
needing fixed and upgraded, in my dream I set to work. Flooring, windows, doors and paint, I make my way around this house knowing it's every nook
and cranny. It's a single floor place with a big wide layout and finished basement. It's backyard is a sanctuary without a neighbor in sight.
Further out is land ripe for whatever my needs could be.
While in this house last night, I was replacing carpet. It needed to be updated from it's old color to better match my current mood and
preference. I was to paint the walls as well but woke much too soon to finish.
I don't know where this place is or why it take residence in my head but I am happy each and every time my mind allows me to return.