Dream Blog

I dreamt Steve and I were on a bus in Switzerland. the bus driver was African, and Steve was having a conversation with him about the currency in Guinea, which was chickens. !!!!

This dream was last week, but I want to remember it. Living in a glass house.. Mother and Daddy were there, maybe later on Steve. Daddy was building all these really nice shelves to go around the inner walls. The house was all glass, with a large central core that held stairs, elevator, bathrooms, other utility things. There was a fireplace along one of the glass walls, in the living room part. It was like a big glass cube. The kitchen was in one corner, dining room in another.... beautiful shining wood floors throughout. And all along the inner walls of the central core lots and lots of shelves and places for storage. There were also interesting storage shelves and drawers inside the central core, where the stairs and elevator, etc. were. It was a beautiful beautiful house, and I wanted to live there. When I woke up, I wanted to sit down and try to draw it, but I haven't. The first, main floor had really high ceilings. It was maybe 2 stories high all around.