Dreams of Houses

by Melanie on 17/05/09 at 12:39 am

I dream often of architecture. Houses, cities. Last night I dreamt of a beautiful old house that my husband and I were buying. It had winding staircases, old-fashioned fittings and an adorable loft that would be perfect for a child. At the back of the loft was a secret passageway that led to a secret room, like a family room, filled with couches and chairs. The couple who had lived there were old an dying, that’s why they sold. They left the house with many of their things still in it. I was scared at the thought of someone being able to enter my daughters’ bedroom without my knowing via the secret room. But I liked the idea of living there anyway. There were ghosts roaming about. I tried to scream, but my words were stopped in my throat. I wanted to sage the house to make it habitable.