Wednesday, January 28, 2015

I Wish I Had a Camera During My Dreams

Sometimes when I dream, I remember detail after I wake up. Most of the time I only remember a hazy outline, or nothing at all except that I think I had a dream.

Last night I wish I'd had a video camera with me to record what I was dreaming.

Donna-Lane and I were someplace in Scotland or maybe Ireland. It seemed we were looking at B&B places to stay but maybe we were also looking at potential places to live. (No, we have no plans to leave Argeles-sur-mer.)

I had gotten separated from her, and I came across a house that was in a somewhat remote area. It didn't look like much from the road, and had obviously not been inhabited for awhile judging from the outward condition.

As I meandered around to the side of the cottage, I stumbled upon an inlet area from a lake which I didn't realize was on the other side. There was even a sort of homemade stone patio where I imagined D-L and I sitting having tea, enjoying a sunset (I don't usually do sunrises). Then, in my dream, I realized if this were Scotland, it would probably be too cold most of them time to sit out on the patio (I don't do cold very much either).

As I was working my way around the back of the cottage and realizing how large the lake was behind (it was somewhat hidden by bullrushes), Donna-Lane showed up with the realtor-type person who I guess had been showing us properties. They must have been down the road at another property when I wandered off (as I tend to do when not leashed).

I wanted to see the inside of the cottage, and we all went in an entrance on the "high side," as the place was set into a bit of a hillside.

The inside was deplorably filthy. It looked like no one had lived in it for several years. Dust and cobwebs everywhere. But there was still some furniture and some furnishings, all covered with dust.

There was a window which appeared to overlook the lake but it was covered with a bamboo-type covering, not a blind but deliberately stuck on the window like it was boarded up. I tried to move a corner of the covering to see the lake, but couldn't get it out enough for more than a glimpse.

We were about to write the place off as an option, despite the lovely lakeside setting, but we worked our way around to the other side, near the patio, where there was a "lower" entrance.  Inside this area it was much more spacious, much less dusty, and had some of the signs of what had once probably been a cosy abode for someone. A rocking chair, cups and saucers on the shelf, pictures on the walls. Still rather dusty, but not nearly so much as the upstairs, which now seems to have been more a storage area than living quarters.

We were starting to see possibilities of the place being cleaned up and fixed up.

About that point I woke up.

I have no idea what the dream means, but what I will remember is the pleasant little cottage that someone once called home. 

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