Not much actuallyhappened in the dream, though. Really, all of the adults sat around talking while my boyfriend and I explored different places in the house to watch tv. It was a comfortable little dream.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
My Dream House
I was about 15 and on vacation with my family, my boyfriend at that time and his family. We were staying in this enormous, beautiful house on a big farm. My mom was in love with the farm and I was in love with the house. There were secret doors in closets, intricuit hallways, enormous bedrooms, a beautiful kitchen...
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