In my dream I walked into a bedroom that I had set up my computer in, printer and shelves replaced a bedroom setting. The walls were covered with mementos of days gone by. Distant family’s photos adorned the walls smiling faces captured behind framed glass. Curtains hung on windows were sky blue the walls pale yellow. I had a paint brush in my hand and I could see the back of a canvas placed upon an artist easel.
When someone called my name I left the room and was standing in a large kitchen there my eyes rested on a table with six chairs…no one was there. Hearing my name once again I looked out the open window and saw a car I didn’t recognize and went out the door onto a roof covered porch. The car was no longer there. I walked bare foot down the steps to a yard dusted with fresh fallen snow. There were no houses within my sight and there were large trees blocking view of a road beyond.
“Sandy” my name again and I looked back to the house. This is it…I knew it…our new beginning…I turned to talk to no one that was there and husband woke me telling me I was sleep talking and sounding excited. I rolled over with the visual so clear I thought we were in that new moment in time.
This morning I hit “Google” in search for the house I dreamed of…frustrated I couldn’t find any thing even close to what felt so real during the night.
Husband while getting ready for work stepped into my computer world and asked me what I was doing and questioned why I was grumbling at the computer.
I told him I was searching for our dream house.
He looked at me with a have you gone bonkers look and I smiled and said, “Have a nice day,” and then shut down the investigation.
Silly me…it was only a dream.
Sandyz
