Lucid Dream Reminder #1
Every so often I have a Lucid Dream, lucky, lucky me. I am almost invariably unable to remember this dream the day of, but usually some time later, something reminds me of it.
This is a treehouse.
Now, in this dream, I'm all alone, and I need a place to stay. It's bitterly cold, but there's no visual sign of it, only biting wind and bone-crunching temperatures. I 'm walking along and I see a little house in someone's backyard. It looks like an oversized Birdhouse, it's blue and cute, like something you might see as a decorating accessory in Country Homes. It's tall, really tall. The thing can't be wider than maybe twice my height, but it's stuck up on a skinny little flagpole, six feet over my head, and it's about four stories tall on top of that. Lots of little windows. A really nice old lady opens a trapdoor on the bottom, drops a ladder out to me and invites me in.
She explains how her and her threee sisters have lived here all their lives, and how it's just not big enough for them any more. I get thw whole tour, childhood memories...and the place comes fully furnished, as-is, they say, and very cheap, because nobody wants to live in a cramped bird-house.And, it is very cramped. The interiors are lushous and comfy, if you're sitting down, and each level is a single room. The bottom-most one is a mud-room, with a ladder to the living room. the living room is done up in sumptuous reds and golds, like the old-timey illustrations of british tea rooms you see in the expensive versions of Alice in Wonderland, all sueade and velvet and satin-corded curtains, with wine-red plush carpet, wall to wall...though that's not far. A bathroom with a very tiny, but large-style claw-footed bathtub, all blues and silver faucet heads and a kitchen in greens and yellows, the only place where you can stand up without bending in the whole house. The very top floor it is really more like a closed-in rooftop, with green growing plants, like a greenhouse and super-warm as if it's summer outside, flowers and vegetables, everywhere.
....And I remember sitting in the living room on the comfy red chair, reading a book and thinking about how wonderful my new home is, and how you can't even see the flaws when you're relaxing there.
I've only had this one once, but it's one of my favorites.
The Treehouse Image Above is what reminded me of it.
This is a treehouse.
Now, in this dream, I'm all alone, and I need a place to stay. It's bitterly cold, but there's no visual sign of it, only biting wind and bone-crunching temperatures. I 'm walking along and I see a little house in someone's backyard. It looks like an oversized Birdhouse, it's blue and cute, like something you might see as a decorating accessory in Country Homes. It's tall, really tall. The thing can't be wider than maybe twice my height, but it's stuck up on a skinny little flagpole, six feet over my head, and it's about four stories tall on top of that. Lots of little windows. A really nice old lady opens a trapdoor on the bottom, drops a ladder out to me and invites me in.
She explains how her and her threee sisters have lived here all their lives, and how it's just not big enough for them any more. I get thw whole tour, childhood memories...and the place comes fully furnished, as-is, they say, and very cheap, because nobody wants to live in a cramped bird-house.And, it is very cramped. The interiors are lushous and comfy, if you're sitting down, and each level is a single room. The bottom-most one is a mud-room, with a ladder to the living room. the living room is done up in sumptuous reds and golds, like the old-timey illustrations of british tea rooms you see in the expensive versions of Alice in Wonderland, all sueade and velvet and satin-corded curtains, with wine-red plush carpet, wall to wall...though that's not far. A bathroom with a very tiny, but large-style claw-footed bathtub, all blues and silver faucet heads and a kitchen in greens and yellows, the only place where you can stand up without bending in the whole house. The very top floor it is really more like a closed-in rooftop, with green growing plants, like a greenhouse and super-warm as if it's summer outside, flowers and vegetables, everywhere.
....And I remember sitting in the living room on the comfy red chair, reading a book and thinking about how wonderful my new home is, and how you can't even see the flaws when you're relaxing there.
I've only had this one once, but it's one of my favorites.
The Treehouse Image Above is what reminded me of it.