hidden spaces

I dreamt that I was in an old house. I felt like I was visiting some relative ... one that was distant enough that I was treated politely, yet didn't feel like I was intruding.  The house was dark, full of wood floors and walls. It was in the country and had plenty of land surrounding it. I walked up to what was to be my room during my stay. It was an attic type space with vaulted ceilings and a window at each end. There was a young man in there, short, stocky and blondish. I want to say that he felt neutral, but it was more that he was open to possibility and that is all that he could envision. No past, nothing negative....

He was eager to show me my room. He motioned to how much space I had, and then walked to the window. It became sliding doors. I could feel his appreciation and it became my own. Then he walked me through them and out on to the roof. He motioned to a secret space that was covered. I could enjoy the outside, the solitude and be protected from the elements. I couldn't wait to use it.

He the nodded out passed the rooftop to a suspension bridge. This led to a tree house. I ran down the bridge to see. I said allowed... well this would be nice once it is all swept up. He immediately started sweeping. He wasn't taking an order or trying to please me... he was just as enthused as I.

There were more steps and more trails. I knew he would be by my side whichever way I took.

Then we were back on ground looking at some out buildings and tractors. I saw two jeeps that hadn't been used in ages. He saw my interest and said ... you don't want those, you like classic.   He was right.