The Unfolding House
Things must be changing. I love little. I love having no clutter. I love having only a small amount of possessions… just the things I use every day. I mean, wow—I spent so much time getting rid of stuff before I took to the road.
But yes, I think things are changing.
I keep having this recurring dream. In it, I buy a new RV… except it’s more like a fifth wheel that sort of turns into a house as I walk in.
When I first walk in, it’s a normal fifth wheel. There is a living room to the right, a little bit of a kitchen, and a dinette. And I decide I’ll put my grand piano where the dinette is. When I climb the steps to the bedroom, I discover there’s a hallway. And there’s two bedrooms.
And I think, perfect! I’ll use one bedroom to sleep in, and then one for a workout room! I’ll put mirrors on one side and empty the whole thing out except for an elliptical, a TV, DVD, and a few weights.
But then I think I want to put my piano in there and make a piano room, and I can’t decide. So I go out into the hallway, and suddenly this house unfolds to room after room after room. And there’s plenty of rooms—even for an office, a piano room, and a workout room. Plus a bedroom and a sitting room and a big bathroom and… every time I round a corner, there’s another bedroom. The kitchen is soooooo nice.
It’s weird.
I think I want a house.
Have you had any recurring dreams lately?
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Natasha Fondren is a writer traveling the U.S. in a camper with her four cats. She is currently enjoying the lizards and desert heat in Arizona.
I love my house. Just the right size. I’m like goldilocks with her third bowl of porridge
Awesome!!!
I don’t think I’ve had recurring dreams. For years now my dreams have tended to be scrambled nonsense which I barely remember when I wake up. When I was a kid my dreams had better plots. Good horror plots. Or even alien invasion plots. As I aged the dreams got all surreal and arty. Maybe someone smarter would understand them and enjoy them more!
Oh cool! I only remember my dreams if I’m not sleeping well, or I’ve had to use my inhaler in the middle of the night.
Surreal and arty sounds awesome!
Natasha, now you are talking about an RV I could live in!
We thought we were going to have kids when we bought a big-ass house that now constitutes the bulk of our worth. I made the living room into a music room, and all I do there is practice piano and violin. I keep thinking that a special friend or two will merit afternon tea in there (it has the floral sofa and big red armchair from my single days and feels very English), but so far it hasn’t happened yet.
That is all to say that I affirm an RV where you can park your baby grand!
LOL! I miss having a music room, Ellen! That sounds lovely.
I wouldn’t mind that RV, myself!
I have recurring dreams about my dog, Daisy. It’s as if she never died – always a part of my subconscious. I like to think that she’s letting me know that she’s doing fine on the other side. And then I also like to think that she’s telling me to get a new puppy. All in all, seeing her while I sleep is a constant comfort.
Awwww, Kathy! So sweet! And sad.
But great that she’s doing well! Awww.
She wants you to have a companion.
Personally I don’t know how you do it–I couldn’t live like you do. Heck, even our old apartment was starting to make me nuts. I’m really happy with our house…and it was pretty inexpensive, to be honest! My mortgage isn’t even $500/mo. Gotta love that!
WOW! I would love that! I think I’m moving to your part of the country!!!!
Well, psychologists would say the house represents yourself – sounds to me that you are discovering you are so much more than you originally thought.
That does seem like that could be true!