Last night I dreamt that I was living in a house with about 5 other people. Three women and three men. It was almost as if I was in college, we had something in common in that way. The house was painted red, sort of an older house with things finagled around to work. There was only one large bedroom where we all slept. The bunk bed were three stories high, men on one side, women on the other. Two closets to be shared by all. It seemed nice though as apposed to cramped. It was because we all liked and or "got" each other. I was going to go out with KW. He had asked and it sounded like fun. I was going to jump in the shower but then I heard he had a phone call. His best friend asked him to a movie at The Mission, so he was going to cancel. Then girl walked in as if looking to move-in. I thought I would tell her all of the oddities... no sink in the bathroom, no private room, etc. etc. to see if she could fit easily there.
Then I dreamt I was outside somewhere. I saw a women with her two children moving a piece of furniture. She was driving a cube van. When first looked inside it was as if she had made it into a little mobile home. I thought I had seen cabinetry and countertops. When I looked again it was custom furniture. She was a furniture maker as well as would refurbish furniture. That sounded creative and fun to me and I told her so. She paused and then asked if I would be interested in learning the trade. I was so excited. I forgot how much I loved to work with my hands and it sounded like such a breath of fresh air in comparison to what I currently did.
Then I dreamt I was outside somewhere. I saw a women with her two children moving a piece of furniture. She was driving a cube van. When first looked inside it was as if she had made it into a little mobile home. I thought I had seen cabinetry and countertops. When I looked again it was custom furniture. She was a furniture maker as well as would refurbish furniture. That sounded creative and fun to me and I told her so. She paused and then asked if I would be interested in learning the trade. I was so excited. I forgot how much I loved to work with my hands and it sounded like such a breath of fresh air in comparison to what I currently did.
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