A note on house dreams
All my life, i've regularly (though infrequently) had very vivid dreams about houses. The only thing they have in common is that the houses are endless. Not in a scary way; i never get lost. But i'll turn a corner and suddenly there's more rooms. The context varies. Sometimes it's a party, or i'm visiting friends of family, or a realtor is showing me a property. And the longer the dream goes on, the odder the rooms become. Last night, there was a bedroom with a bathtub in an alcove, with an avocado green telephone in the tub, right next to the faucet. Because electronics right next to water are such a good idea!