Last night I dreamed my mom was talking me into buying a house in Atlanta. For part of the dream I was apparently just out of college and single, but of course as often happens while I’m dreaming, I remembered I’m actually a married mother of 2 . Still, I really wanted that house in Atlanta (I live in NY state, by the way). I was also flirting with some icky older man so that he would do some renovation work for me–totally not like me. I don’t even know how to flirt, really, and I’ve never used it for personal gain (other than gaining boyfriends, and like I said, I don’t know how to flirt so I didn’t gain many when single).
Anyway, I did really like the house (and yes, I do dream about houses a lot). This one was not as large, rambling, bizarre, or haunted as the ones I usually dream about, though. It was pretty much a standard large ranch-style house, except that some of the bedrooms were connected not by a hallway but by doors straight to the other bedrooms. It had 6 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, which I thought rocked. I also had great plans for one room to be a big workout room. I was even planning on getting online to my fitness forums and writing to friends in Atlanta to tell them I was moving down. So my fitness interests were definitely leaking into dreamland last night.
This was a strange dream in its very normalcy. It’s unusual for me to have such a dull sort of dream (though I enjoyed the house while dreaming about it). I woke up disappointed, on the one hand, that I wasn’t getting a bigger house with a workout room, but glad I wasn’t moving to Atlanta (though it’s a lovely town) and glad I still live with a hubby and 2 kids.
