Last night I dreamed that I gave my umbrella to the Mark Gatiss version of Mycroft for safe keeping. In return he asked me to transport a lamp to a store at the mall. Most of the dream was of me wandering about the mall, carrying a lamp, in search of the store, occasionally getting rained on. The rain part was understandable--we had some big thunderstorms roll through last night.

we have decided to go for added excitement by considering a foreclosed property in need of serious renovation work!

That's a great street, though. It's right across Ludlow from the street I lived on when I lived in the apartment complex (which I'm pretty sure you visited). I used to take walks there all the time because I liked the houses.

Flea, that house makes me think of Property Brothers. :)

Happily because it's Fannie Mae it can only be bought by an owner-occupier, so no commercial flippers. Unhappily, apparently other people are also looking at it. (So far, every house we've seriously considered making an offer on has gone under contract within 3 days. All but one, on the same day we saw it.)

I dream of extra rooms, and having to finish classes, and transportation woes. The college ones are especially frustrating because my dream self is going "I'm 53 years old! I graduated over 30 years ago! You can't do this to me!"

The houses I find myself living in are almost always dives, because for a long time that's all Hubby and I could afford to live in. One house had an entire lower floor we didn't know about that was the epitome of fashionable 70s decor--blue shag carpeting, mirror walls, flocked wall paper. Our friends were horrified, but we were going "It's in terrific condition! There are two kitchens! Look at the bathrooms! Plural!" Hubby and I are very easy to please, residentially speaking.

I like that house!

Does anyone else have places that are not real that they dream about all the time- that is, if I dream about college, it is not my college, but the layout of the college is always the same. Or, there is always a particular grocery store next to a fabric store on a certain road in my dreams, but it isn't there really.

Yep, I totally get that. Dream cities where the locales are totally familiar to my dreams, but not real.

My father, who just turned 68, tells me that all of his dreams take place in the house he grew up in, which he hasn't been inside since 1975 (so, in 40 years).

Does anyone else have places that are not real that they dream about all the time- that is, if I dream about college, it is not my college, but the layout of the college is always the same.

Oh, yeah. I really want to try to map it out one day.