When you dream about exploring a house, it usually means that you are exploring yourself.
Last night I found myself in the basement family room of a big old house that was reminiscent of my parent's house in Fargo. Walking out the door of the family room you enter a little ante room made of old bricks. To your left is the door to Dad's shop. I had gone that path countless times before, but as I glanced left into the shop, for the first time I noticed there was a door straight ahead too.
The path through the doorway straight ahead goes down a short hallway, then expands into a large underground urban area of residential and artisan shops. Further down it gets wider and more commercial, with handy stores for anything I might need. I am thrilled to discover that my house is closely and conveniently connected to this whole community.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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