I had a dream that I owned a house. My own place. It was a strange place, not that I expect any home of mine to be any different. Cozy.
There seemed to be no front door to this home of mine (Psychologist friends, have a field day with that one). It was small, just a bedroom and a kitchen (even in my dream, my mind is clear about the fact that I have no money).
I had to break into my own house, by the way. I climbed up a fire escape, and ended up in a corridor. To my right was a window, the kind that slides up, and I entered my house through that window, knocked over something that was on a desk under said window. My bed was next to the desk. Plenty of cushions, lots of reds, browns, and greens. Books everywhere, a small table lamp. There is no phone.
Through beaded curtains on the right, and there is a wash basin behind another curtain, and right ahead of me is a well sized kitchen. (Where is the bathroom? Where are all the French windows I always wanted?)
I worry in this house of mine, because of that darned window. What if someone breaks in through it? I look for the front door, but I cannot find it.
There seemed to be no front door to this home of mine (Psychologist friends, have a field day with that one). It was small, just a bedroom and a kitchen (even in my dream, my mind is clear about the fact that I have no money).
I had to break into my own house, by the way. I climbed up a fire escape, and ended up in a corridor. To my right was a window, the kind that slides up, and I entered my house through that window, knocked over something that was on a desk under said window. My bed was next to the desk. Plenty of cushions, lots of reds, browns, and greens. Books everywhere, a small table lamp. There is no phone.
Through beaded curtains on the right, and there is a wash basin behind another curtain, and right ahead of me is a well sized kitchen. (Where is the bathroom? Where are all the French windows I always wanted?)
I worry in this house of mine, because of that darned window. What if someone breaks in through it? I look for the front door, but I cannot find it.
5 comments:
i like elephants too
I like the background, whose face is it? :)
Nice! Tho, widout a fone and a pc, i dnt think u wud survive!
Guess that is the blurred line between waht one wants and waht one needs. absorbing but ambiguous.
a place of your own, where ur subconscious denies you entry... i sense borrowed cement and bricks..
no front door.. hmm.. u sure u arent wearing a straight-jacket in ur dream?
well atleast u pulled through the writer's bloc.. more windows next time ok :)
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