The House

I really want to get this dream down. I loved it. I'd love it if this dream came true.

I dreamt that I found a house to live in. It was on the South Side of Chicago, which, if you are white and not originally from Chicago, you are told that this is a "rough" side of town and would not be likely to choose a home there.

In the dream, I found this neighborhood, and it felt very safe. It felt happy. It felt like home, like a place I'd want to become a part of the neighborhood and the community.

The house itself was great. It was a small ranch house, and while it was tiny, it had everything in it I needed. In the dream, I had found it and bought it on my own, and I had invited Mike down to see it. So it was already a done deal. I was just showing it to Mike because I was very proud of the find.

We pull up into the driveway. The house faced east, and the small, one-car garage, was on the north end of the lot. The garage door was on the west side of the structure so it looked like part of the house from the front - you had to pull in and then turn to get into the garage.

From there, there was a little mud room that you entered the house through. It was a large room, very sunny and inviting. Then, it came into a small dining area that was attached to the kitchen, and faced the small living room.

Continuing south through the house, there was one bedroom. This was apparently the bedroom that the teenaged son had. It seems like I got the house as a repo or as a property that the owners no longer could afford or wanted so I got it really cheap because it was abandoned and most of the previous owners belongings were still in the house. I didn't find this as a negative - a lot of the stuff was from the 1970s, and looked pretty cool.

Some of the rooms were empty, and some were full. For example, the garage was pretty much empty, there were a few gardening tools, but it was pretty open. The mud room had three bikes in it. I thought that was awesome, not only because they were there but it was showing me a way to use the space I hadn't thought of. There was alos a washer and dryer in the mud room. I liked that, too. There were also hooks to hang coats on. It was a large space, very inviting.

The living room had some furniture, but not much. The dining area had a small round table, with one of those old-fashioned sea-captain type table and chair sets. The kitchen was fine, I didn't feel I needed to go in and remodel it right away.

Ok, so now we go into the boys room. It was stuffed with electronics - a computer, audio equipment, a boom mic in the ceiling. All this technology stuff that I didn't know about. And it was all here for me - I could make money on this stuff! I didn't know what half of it was, but it was something that I looked forward to learning and making some money while I learned. I was excited.

The boy's room was painted a pale blue, and the attached bathroom was painted blue, also. But a stronger blue. Blue tiles, blue tub. I remember thinking it was going to need some updating, but that I could work with it and make it look cool. It was mine! All Mine! I was so happy and excited to go to work on this house!

Then, next to his room was another room, nothing in this one. I don't even remember if it was painted, maybe it was just tan or something. I think I remember thinking three bedrooms, very nice.

Maybe that was the master bedroom, because we went through that empty room into the master bath. This room reminded me of the bathroom in the movie The Hangover. It was very large, and everything in this room was elaborate, but elaborate from the 1970s. There was a huge whirlpool tub that the floor actually slanted down into. It was a brown and cream swirl, like cultered marble. The whole bathroom was like this. Again, I was so happy with the space that I had, the color palette did not bother me.

Then, we head back north and go through the living room, which was pretty much empty. But next to that was a fully furnished room, which I somehow knew was decorated by the man of the house. I had feelings on the people who had lived there, but I had never met them. I loved this room especially. It faced east, and the whole eastern wall was large windows starting at about chair height.

There were two couches in the room - one was a pale mauve, almost grey-lavender looking, very clean line but with a vintage art-deco touch. That was on the south wall of the room. Across from it was a forrest green couch, with pink and mauve decoroator braid trim. The fabrics seemed to be velvet. The windows had dark green curtains going floor to ceiling, and they were the one color, but the texture was a brocade. Then, across from the windows on the west wall, was a large wooden bookcase, painted black. All the books were gone from it - which I did find a little interesting, they valued their books (knowledge?), but left the (material?) couches behind.

The bookcases were beautiful - they were not built-in officially, they were freestanding units attached to the wall and fit the space to perfectly they looked built in. the top parts of them - well, let's see. I'd say they were each about 42 inches wide, and let's say 84" tall. The top 54" inches of them were bookcase, the lower part had feet that were thin and about 18" tall, and then there were door'd cabinets between the feet and where the bookcase began. Again, painted in a black satin, they were exquisite, as there was slight curving and turnings on them as detail. I loved it. In front of these empty bookcases was a large, low chair. The seat and back had a dark berry colored velvet seat covering, the arms were dark wood, carved with flowers and other details. Like a barrel chair, with carvings. It was lovely. I loved this room the most, and it was the smallest. It was a library! How cool, I thought, that this little tiny house could find space for a modest library.

There was an open yard outside, which faced a busy street. Salem and Euchre were with us, and Euchre jumped out the front door, which was in the living room, when we went to go check out the lawn. I grabbed him, and remembered thinking that was the only flaw, that there was no fence around it, and if I put one up, what would the neighbors think? I'd have to tell them it was to keep the cats safe...

Anyway, I was oh so happy in the dream. It was a tiny little house ... and it was mine. I was so happy. So happy. So happy. Between Mike and I, there was a feeling of the ability that we could each let go now, that Mike could see that I was safe and he didn't need to take care of me any longer.

I loved that house. Really I did. I'd love it if I could find one like that in real life. Thank you gods for giving me that image - it's something I can think of and it makes me happy. Maybe we can manifest that house. Thanks for letting me share that. Have a great day.