I've had a few notable dreams that I intended to set down, but life got in the way. I'm snatching twenty minutes to recount last night's dream where I moved house, only back in with my original family. Original as in - parents and siblings. What do you call that? Birth family? Childhood family? It must be something more obvious that I'm missing. Either way, I was back in the thick of it, all the brats under one roof, only as we are now. Albeit, without partners and kids of our own.
The new property was a seaside terraced estated that reminded me somewhat of Stoke in Plymouth, although a lot nicer, with some tropical trees around. We arrived there late in the evening, so it was already dark by the time we got to check it out. My mother had bought me a 'light pipe' to light the driveway with. I found out it was cracked and unusable, and after an hour or so of faffing around calling the company's support number and trying to repair it, I gave up and asked her to return it. It was then I found out she'd bought it second hand for only £6, which meant I wasn't too fussed anymore.
I was inititially dubious of the new house, and told my parents so on the driveway, believing it to be too small and shabby to hold us all. They told me to go inside and have a look, at which point I worried I would be left with the worst bedroom. But the bedrooms have already been allocated, and, save from my parents who had given themselves the largest, mine was by far the best out of the siblings'. I barely took in the open play layout of the downstairs, too eager was I to see which room I'd been allocated. It was sparse but sizeable, with a half view of the ocean, which was more than the other rooms afforded.
After checking out my own room, I traversed the rest of the top floor, seeing where my siblings were house. Fallon had the third biggest room, but decidedly more poky, and a lot darker, than my own. But Dana and Camella had by far the worst lot, for they were forced to share. Theirs was a room dominated by dark and foreboding built in cupboards, crudely divided into smaller rooms with separate beds, with hardly any space for their toys. I don't know why we still had toys are our ages but... dreams! I told them that I thought their room must be haunted, falling back into the old ways of teasing my sisters.
In the morning, I explored the house further and found out we could climb onto the roof. Up there was a communal area for other neighbours to share, complete with swimming pool, kid's swing park, roof garden, potted palms and tropical shrubs, deckchairs for reading on, and a good view of the sea. This would do nicely I decided, already planning workout sessions, sunbathing, reading, meditation and novel writing in this tranquil setting. It was an odd sort of a feeling, being back with the old gang, as though everything I'd done previously had all come to nothing. I woke up from it all feeling rather glum and disappointed.
