#117

I keep having this dream. I don't know whether it means anything or not, but it just feels like it's important.

I have a light purple dress on. Long. With flowers. No shoes. It's warm, I think springtime. And I'm walking through this beautiful green countryside. Green countryside, like Ireland green countryside. It's beautifully quiet, very few trees near the dirt road and not a person in sight. I can see a house very far away.. and I'm walking toward it. It's not too big, but not too small. Quite narrow. A vine crawls up the sandstone to rest underneath the second story window. It's fenced with a little brown picket paling. I get closer, and I feel more calm, but more rushed at the same time. Enthusiastic. I walk in through the gate, with it squeaking familiarly and I walk up the path. The front of the house has three windows. Two big ones at the bottom level, and one on the top right hand side. It's a cream-washed building. I walk into the house, and it is fully furnished. Familiar.

No one is home.

So, I walk up the flight of stairs, and take a right into the bathroom. I wash my hands. The towel I dry them with is soft and white. Then, I walk back down the stairs, through the kitchen looking briefly for a note that I don't see. I don't know who I expect a note from, or why it doesn't worry me that it's not there. I proceed out the side door, through a garden of strawberry patches. They are ripe, but small. And I head out the back gate, jumping over a small stream as I leave the property.


It's nice. But I wonder what it means.