I was wondering if you could help me. Yes, you. You see, I've been having some bizarre, vivid dreams lately and it's starting to really freak me out. So I'm turning to you to help me make sense of some of it all. Here- start with an easy one:
About ten years ago, we were house-hunting in the Guilford/Madison area and we looked at a colonial in the woods just south of Route 80. It was a pretty house, remarkable because it had been damaged in a fire- and the rebuilding had transformed the home by turning the giant hole in the back into a large addition that tacked on nice dining room off the kitchen and a ginormous master bedroom on the second floor.
In my dream, the house was on the market again and we went to take a look, but the realtor hadn't shown up. We noticed the door was ajar, so we went in and looked around. The downstairs was very clean and tastefully (and expensively) decorated.
But upstairs, the place was a mess, a real hovel. My family was wandering around, horrified, but I wanted to go because if the owners came home, they'd probably be upset that we were there. It took too long, but I finally got them to leave. As we were walking down the front steps, several cars drove up and parked in the driveway. I was mortified, but no one paid attention to us because there was a wedding reception about to happen at the house. So we just left.
Well?