Here’s a dream for you . . .

My good friend bloggingjenny added a link to her latest post this afternoon about wanting a secret room in her home. The link brought the reader (me) to a site where they talked about secret rooms and how you can add them to your home or how some folks just stumble across a secret room in their own homes, apparently sometimes not a pleasant experience.

For the record, I do not have a secret room in my home. In my dreams however, I have a home with lots of secret rooms. It’s a recurring dream that I have had many times. It’s not scary. It’s more along the lines of eerie. The outside of the house is a brick bungalow type with vines growing up around the windows. The front of the home sits on an angle on the lot. Around the home there is a raised wall about two feet high where bushes are planted. In back of the home there is a nice lot of trees with a playhouse in one of them. I also see a patio outside and some outdoor furniture and a hose laid loosely on the stone. I never seem to see the front door to the home, only somehow get inside.

The living room is a replica of my friend Jayne’s mom and dad’s home from my childhood. Pretty simple and straightforward there. Sectional couch, end tables, pretty drapes on the windows, lamps. The rest of the house is not theirs at all though. I don’t remember a kitchen, but do see a pantry. There are several bedrooms and bathrooms which I will get to in a moment.

First I want to tell you about the master bedroom which is a labyrinth of design. This room is very large. Probably fifty by fifty feet square. There are steps going up that wind around in a squarish circle and continue upward until you arrive at the king sized bed. The bed would appear to be viewable from the surrounding room, except in reality is is encased by a privacy wall. The walls leading up to the bed are shelved and contain books and other belongings to the people who occupy the room. There are windows on all four walls high against the ceiling which let in light. Oh, and, the ceiling is probably at least twenty feet in the air. Actually, once you reach the bed you are probably at least twelve to fifteen feet high off the floor of the room. In my dream I always see the room from the same angle. And at the lower left side I can see a hallway leading to light. The sun must be shining.

to be continued . . .