Dream about wanting to buy a house…
The house I found was long, like a train, with lots of little rooms. The house, itself, wasn’t in good shape. It was old, and had old beige wall-to-wall carpeting throughout in some kind of a floral pattern that was more faded in some spots than others. What I liked about the house was that one end of it opened up on the river bank.
I sat on a chair by a floor-to-ceiling window, and the river looked like the ocean. My Dad was there. I was trying to find someone to help me finance it. I even asked Deb if she’d move in with me and take the first half of the house. I would be living separately because the house was so long. My half had a room that had been a kitchen at one time, and I was trying to reconvert it. I put things on the wall, but my Dad made me take them down.
