jen1221
Jedi
My dream..
I was in this huge, beautiful, old home with my Great Aunt(it didn't look anything like her). We were sitting it what I would describe as a parlor. I looked around in amazement at this gorgeous home. The decor was mostly all white. There were three stories. Sitting in the parlor, looking up, the second and third level had a overlook into the parlor. Sort of like a balcony along three of the four walls. My Aunt comes over and sits a half drank, corked topped, bottle of whiskey in front of me. She says "here, you can have this. It's 75 years old." I thought it was and odd gesture, but I accepted. I decided I must call my sister and tell her about this house. I'm now in the foyer, on my cell phone, describing this home to her as I walk through it. The foyer is all white. There is a double staircase with a balcony connecting them, and a large crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the three stories tall ceiling. I head down the hallway. One side has built in bookcasesstocked full of books. The wood surrounding these bookcases is really dark and cut in very intricate designs. Very medieval looking. Then I get to the kitchen. It seems so out of place. It's small , not very functional, and unimpressive. I thought how strange it was for such a beautiful home to have such a kitchen.
I always remember my dreams. Sometimes they feel worth looking into further and sometimes they don't. This one felt to me like I needed to look into it further.
I was in this huge, beautiful, old home with my Great Aunt(it didn't look anything like her). We were sitting it what I would describe as a parlor. I looked around in amazement at this gorgeous home. The decor was mostly all white. There were three stories. Sitting in the parlor, looking up, the second and third level had a overlook into the parlor. Sort of like a balcony along three of the four walls. My Aunt comes over and sits a half drank, corked topped, bottle of whiskey in front of me. She says "here, you can have this. It's 75 years old." I thought it was and odd gesture, but I accepted. I decided I must call my sister and tell her about this house. I'm now in the foyer, on my cell phone, describing this home to her as I walk through it. The foyer is all white. There is a double staircase with a balcony connecting them, and a large crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the three stories tall ceiling. I head down the hallway. One side has built in bookcasesstocked full of books. The wood surrounding these bookcases is really dark and cut in very intricate designs. Very medieval looking. Then I get to the kitchen. It seems so out of place. It's small , not very functional, and unimpressive. I thought how strange it was for such a beautiful home to have such a kitchen.
I always remember my dreams. Sometimes they feel worth looking into further and sometimes they don't. This one felt to me like I needed to look into it further.
