Every now and then I have one of those dreams which has nothing particularly weird in at all. Those are the ones that freak me out the most, because I really wonder what’s up to lead my head down that path:
I was in a real estate office, signing papers to purchase a new house. Only after I signed did we go to look at the house. (Okay, so there was one weird bit.)That’s it for the dream. In the real world, my boyfriend and I have talked about eventually combining households, presumably selling our existing houses and buying a new one together. But it wouldn’t be this house; way too small (and he’s got to have a garage or work space for his tools, not to mention all my comics, his tikis and masks and ethnic art, and so on).
The house was in a residential neighborhood, at the end of a street with some trees beyond it. The house was small, one story, with an attached garage. Inside, one room was painted blue with white trim, and had a loose pile shag carpet of the same color blue, with white flecks in it. (Lint would never show on this carpet.) Another room was olive green, with the same style carpet, again matching.
The garage was small, only suitable for a small car, and it still had boxes in it from a previous tenant. There were also a couple cool bookcases (with no books on them). With the stuff in the garage, there might not have been room even for a car. I remember thinking that the house didn’t have room for all my stuff and my boyfriend’s.
Beyond the trees was a small ravine with a rushing stream at the bottom. I was worried that the stream might flood with the rains, but when we went into the house’s basement, it was well sealed (although I’m not sure how we could tell).