dreamin...

I had a dream about my old house last night. It was vivid. The whole dream was anchored in the house, the house that I spent my most formidable years in and the one that we all think about when we reminisce. Throughout the dream there were pieces of my current life. Though sometimes they weren't things you would think would stand out, they were prominent aspects of the dream. No real event or action of significance took place in the dream, just every day odds and ends. It was really bizarre. When I woke up I got to thinking, I have been dreaming about that house a lot lately. Probably at least twice a month. I wonder why all of the sudden I am dreaming about that house. I haven't lived there since I was probably 14 years old. I don't know but I will post a picture of the house tomorrow so you can see what I am talking about. But right now my toes are cold and I need to find some warm socks.