There's a house that's a recurring character in my dreams. It has lots and lots of extra rooms, secret rooms, that are all either really cool already - stuffed with vintage furniture others might not appreciate but that's right up my alley -- or they have tons of potential, great bones -- rooms I can't wait to start decorating. In this last one, I was buying the house, and I was telling the realtor, "You know, it's so weird, this house looks exactly like one that's a recurring character in my dreams. All the huge secret rooms with the cool shit in them and the way the whole thing feels like it has potential, I think it's supposed to be a metaphor for like untapped potential in myself; I think I'm the house. But seriously, it's so wild how this is almost the exact same house from my dreams!" When I woke up and realized, it was almost like hearing a rimshot, or a 'wah waaaaah', like "ha, you fell for it again!" I was almost playfully shaking my finger at my own dream, "Why you little... I knew it!" And I did know it... but I clearly also didn't know it.
