I am house hunting right now. I have moved from California to Massachusetts and now to Pennsylvania. Your dream feels like my reality. I dream I find the perfect house and then there is an extra room that is always an extra kitchen. I am so excited and then I wake up.
I was thinking this morning, "Why don't I ever dream of an extra kitchen?" You must like kitchens more than I do! Good luck with your house search! Don't move in next to the Center for Space Exploration!
There is a neighborhood I visit in my dreams, a well-trimmed suburbia where I prefer the neighbor's house to my own. Whenever they are out -- often, I don't know where they go-- I push the door open and go inside and rummage through their things. Occasionally the dream shifts and I am at the other house, somewhat like my childhood home, there are stuffed sheep standing sentry in the hallways. I am student and I am angry that they are taking my bandanas because they can. There is a secret wing in the house full of furniture and I never have time to do anything,
I do this with imagining the geography and architecture and layout of an entire city in my dreams!!! Over the years it has most often been San Francisco even tho I only ever visited once - why SF? Discuss. I also often have vivid dreams about ski mountains where I invent an entire lift system and mountain in my head - picture an entire trail map system - which I assume is a small piece of longing for the ski bum days
Happy to hear someone else does this! Maybe it's San Francisco because the hills are so dramatic visually. I love that you invent lift systems and trail maps! That's really cool. It makes me wonder if they're color-coded. I feel like my map dreams are often in vivid color, as if that's necessary to flesh out the place.
Yesss the hills of SF, and, like, reaching the edge of America (remember that bonkers Mathew perry movie about Lewis and Clark?!). More dreams essays!! Love to read em
PROPERTY DREAMS! You named it! Thank you, Heather!
I am house hunting right now. I have moved from California to Massachusetts and now to Pennsylvania. Your dream feels like my reality. I dream I find the perfect house and then there is an extra room that is always an extra kitchen. I am so excited and then I wake up.
I was thinking this morning, "Why don't I ever dream of an extra kitchen?" You must like kitchens more than I do! Good luck with your house search! Don't move in next to the Center for Space Exploration!
There is a neighborhood I visit in my dreams, a well-trimmed suburbia where I prefer the neighbor's house to my own. Whenever they are out -- often, I don't know where they go-- I push the door open and go inside and rummage through their things. Occasionally the dream shifts and I am at the other house, somewhat like my childhood home, there are stuffed sheep standing sentry in the hallways. I am student and I am angry that they are taking my bandanas because they can. There is a secret wing in the house full of furniture and I never have time to do anything,
I don't feel like I deserve much and I'm terrified of my internalized colonizer mentality but reading this felt just like dreaming to me
I often dream about finding an extra room. It always needs some work and you have to go through another room to get to it.
Love the sun-bleached callousness of San Frandiegp. Now do Pasadena!
I do this with imagining the geography and architecture and layout of an entire city in my dreams!!! Over the years it has most often been San Francisco even tho I only ever visited once - why SF? Discuss. I also often have vivid dreams about ski mountains where I invent an entire lift system and mountain in my head - picture an entire trail map system - which I assume is a small piece of longing for the ski bum days
Happy to hear someone else does this! Maybe it's San Francisco because the hills are so dramatic visually. I love that you invent lift systems and trail maps! That's really cool. It makes me wonder if they're color-coded. I feel like my map dreams are often in vivid color, as if that's necessary to flesh out the place.
Yesss the hills of SF, and, like, reaching the edge of America (remember that bonkers Mathew perry movie about Lewis and Clark?!). More dreams essays!! Love to read em