I am back to document an awesome dream before it is gone from my memory. Whether it is from old age, medication, or advancing dementia, I sink into bizarre and vivid dreams every night. They are so real and detailed that my ordinary waking life comes as a shock most mornings, tinged with both relief and regret. Things have changed since 2012 when I last posted. My husband has died; my grandchildren are growing up (the oldest just graduated high school); I sold my house, and moved to a beautiful apartment with a view of a lake. I spend a lot of time in my recliner with my dog on my lap and a cup of coffee in my hand. It is peaceful here. My son says it is not haunted like my old house- haunted with memories. Instead, in this new and neutral atmosphere, my imagination goes wild.
The dream is already fading but I remember finding a door in the garage that led to another whole house. The “back” house was different though. It had dirt floors and bare wooden studs and rafters. There was a kind of shabby chic dining room to the left with strangely detailed teal sea glass accessories. I found a rustic kitchen, two kitchens in fact. Meanwhile, I was roasting meat for a dinner party with, I think, my Aunt Nellie’s advice. She was in the background but I am pretty sure she was there.
My husband got home first. He was not amused when I rushed to tell him what I had found. In fact, he was annoyed that I presented him with these problems when he just got home (typical of my ex-husband.) When my daughter got there, we explored some more.We found a two story area which connected to someone else’s nice screened porch. Best of all, we found an arched stained-glass door which opened unto an unused side street. I began to think we could open a pub there.
Company began to arrive for dinner and I was showing off my discoveries. We wondered how we had never seen that door before and if the property sale included the hidden part of the building. There was much more, but imagine as I tried to finish serving dinner, I suddenly woke to a little dog jumping on the bed in my quiet, peaceful apartment. Part of me wanted to go back.
