I go into my dad’s old house it is the same as it was years ago, on the first level… It is incomplete just raw two by fours and plywood… There was a laundry space down there and the water heater, as well as that is where he stored all his tools… He was a plumber… So there were pipes, toilets, wrenches, and so on…
I walk upstairs to the second floor, and there is this lounge space with all this oversized puffy furniture making it a circular room… There is a huge TV dropping from the ceiling in the center of the room as well as a huge coffee table, covered in stuff… Old food, remotes, dishes, etc…
I am thinking about living here and can I live here???
The next floor is a yellowish coloring and very frumpy, it is minimalist in furnishings, and there is a sitting space with a coffee table, the table is covered in patterns *light brown dress patterns*, not in blue prints??? And his bed is also here…
Up one more floor, is a huge living room with a lovely view, he had a great view… The space is empty… There are two bedrooms as well on this floor, they are also empty… One is very large, and the other is average bedroom size… The large one I decide will be mine, and the smaller one my daughters… The coloring of these rooms is light blues, though the small bedroom has flashing blue and silver wallpaper, I believe it had words on it… The words or the silver part would flash, almost like sun was shimmering on it, yet you knew it was a feature you could turn off…
I decide I will ask him if I can move in, and I find him in the empty living room, gazing out the front window… I ask “can I move in, now that my niece has moved out???” He replies “well, I don’t know if that is a good idea or not??? Though living in those month to month hotels is difficult isn’t it???”… “Yes, it is…” I say… “We need a place to live that is inexpensive and is comfortable”… He never really says yes, though there is a feeling of reluctance, and inevitability, as though he is simply going to make me work for it… We start to leave the house, walking back down to the third floor and his room, and then to the second floor, where the lounge space is, and the TV is on… I look for the remote to shut it off and he finds it and says “If you are going to live here, you should know how to turn all this off”… Then we leave and I wake up…
Here are some points to note… First, my dad passed away about eight years ago… Second, my daughter is grown, and has not lived with me, for about four years… Third, the house we are speaking about, though it was indeed four stories, above the first floor it looked nothing like the dream, it was unfinished throughout and it remained that way until it burned to the ground, approximately twenty years ago…
Weird stuff dreams… I am not really sure how to interpret this dream??? I can say home has been at the fore front of my mind for quite some time… I have moved a lot in this lifetime, and I have been continuously moving over the last few years… I have found a sweet little place for the moment, and after only a month it is clear I will not be here for long… It is a lovely, mostly private space in a quiet neighborhood…