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I've been drinking two glasses of milk before bed every night, a trick (f)AD taught me long ago to encourage more vivid dreams.
First night, I dreamt that I was helping (f)AD wire up some speakers in her bathroom that connected to her computer. Then, I dreamt that my building manager had asked me to re-wire the entire apartment building for modern needs (ethernet, more electrical outlets, cable, etc). Sunday night, I dreamt that Blue Beard and Comfortingly Bouncy were helping me roof the greenhouse that Unpaintable Canvas's grandfather was building. Last night, Wicked Kitten sat with me at dinner, a stack of blueprints in amongst the exotic dishes, and we discussed what we could convert the factory I had just inherited into: a theater, a gallery, a bookstore.
Four nights, four dreams, all about construction. I've been noticing a lot more For Sale signs lately, too. Prefers Sacrifice tells me that it's just selling season, but I think that I'm subconsciously looking for them more, too. All the more pity, since I am not terribly closer to buying my own property than I was this time last year, at least, not in any way that I find agreeable.
My mom gave me a bunch of websites that I could go trolling for properties on. I think that's unwise, think that the best that could happen is I'll find something I like which I won't be able to get. (Besides, whispers a broken-winged creature in a cage deep inside me, you aren't any closer to finding someone to build such things with, either. I administer a savage beating to the prisoner).
I think it's unwise. I don't think I'm in any position to own property right now, and moving out of my building would only isolate me further. At least here, while I may live alone, I live in a building full of people. A building entirely to myself is a dream for the day when I no longer need prodding to be social.
First night, I dreamt that I was helping (f)AD wire up some speakers in her bathroom that connected to her computer. Then, I dreamt that my building manager had asked me to re-wire the entire apartment building for modern needs (ethernet, more electrical outlets, cable, etc). Sunday night, I dreamt that Blue Beard and Comfortingly Bouncy were helping me roof the greenhouse that Unpaintable Canvas's grandfather was building. Last night, Wicked Kitten sat with me at dinner, a stack of blueprints in amongst the exotic dishes, and we discussed what we could convert the factory I had just inherited into: a theater, a gallery, a bookstore.
Four nights, four dreams, all about construction. I've been noticing a lot more For Sale signs lately, too. Prefers Sacrifice tells me that it's just selling season, but I think that I'm subconsciously looking for them more, too. All the more pity, since I am not terribly closer to buying my own property than I was this time last year, at least, not in any way that I find agreeable.
My mom gave me a bunch of websites that I could go trolling for properties on. I think that's unwise, think that the best that could happen is I'll find something I like which I won't be able to get. (Besides, whispers a broken-winged creature in a cage deep inside me, you aren't any closer to finding someone to build such things with, either. I administer a savage beating to the prisoner).
I think it's unwise. I don't think I'm in any position to own property right now, and moving out of my building would only isolate me further. At least here, while I may live alone, I live in a building full of people. A building entirely to myself is a dream for the day when I no longer need prodding to be social.