Houses. Really? (Second Dream)

Dream Two:

My mother has just moved. She is living in a new city. It is an uptown apartment complex near a local university. I can see the tall, red brick buildings of the campus rising against the blue skyline behind the gated community. It is mid afternoon on a Saturday. The grass is green and the flowers are in full bloom.

I drive through the electric gate and park outside the front. My mother already has visitors walking through the door. I don't recognize the faces. It looks like a married couple with younger children.


I slip inside to find myself entering a cool, dim atrium. My feet echo on the white tiles. My mother gives me a warm, soft hug and kisses my cheek. I can already see a set of stairs leading to a second floor balcony. A hallway is tucked below leading to several hidden rooms. Soft, dusky light pours inside from windows I cannot see.

I curiously round the corner and find myself in a spacious living room. The furniture is dark and elegant. I have full view of the balcony now, and it stretches above the length of the living room. Bedrooms doorways are open, inviting exploration. Massive bay windows are framed by lacy curtains. They expose the light I had seen before.

I can see the kitchen to from here, towards the back left of the house. It follows suit with the living room. Wide, open, neat and clean. The counters are a gray marble, the walls a deep red.


It is like the house my mom has always dreamed of having. This cannot be an apartment! My observations are further confirmed as I climb the stairs to the second floor. More and more guests are arriving, but you would hardly know. There is a peace and feeling of sanctuary about this place.


I quickly lose count of how many bedrooms I find. The rooms are so interwoven between the bathrooms, a library and a siting room. I nearly lose my way back the stairs.


How did my mom get this house?

Every room is expertly decorated, elegantly arranged and very clean. The colors are rich, full and beautiful. The visitors are wandering around staring in awe.


I approach glass doors that open to a veranda on the outside of the master bedroom.


I open them and bright afternoon light hits me full in the face.