it was like watching a vintage movie where everything is black and white. everything seems like a blurry two-dimensional at a glance. except that i was in the 'movie'. moving, talking and reacting to somewhat familiar things happening around me.
i was checking out a newly constructed house. my house. looks like a log cabin. capriciously spacious and absurdly empty. it felt it is my first time in the house. but not quite all too certain about that either. faint rays of what i believe is sunlight bathe the spaces inside in a somewhat surreal effect.
i decided to check the outside. lo and behold suddenly i found myself standing right at a comfortable distance in front of the house where i can have a better appreciation of the two thatched hay-roof structure. talk about teleportation without really trying.
it didn't take me long to instruct the workers to convert the two split level roofs into one and how seamlessly it was done from the outside and in no time.
when i stepped back in the house things have taken real form, shape and color. it was not magical. everything seems 'normal'. real. i could see colors around, i could smell the potpourri in the corridor, i could feel the warmth of the skin of people i happened to touch, i could taste the wine. everything is real. the people (some i personally know of), the neo classical furniture - all tastefully designed, sitting in art deco lounges; the bone china dinner set flanked by christofle and roemer wine glasses, the verdant gazebo, the glossy laminate flooring, the well appointed lighting, the inconspicuous customized air conditioning housing unit...
except for the house itself.
where it was bare the first time i stepped in, now it's chic-ly stuffed. its shape has also evolved: from a nearly square to an elongated rectangular structure which houses a foyer, a receiving area, two visitor's lounges (i don't know why it has to be two anyway), a family room, a library, a chapel, a function room for fifty heads, a family dining room, an ultra modern kitchen where things emerge at the push of a button, a sprawling lawn, an infinity pool and many things that you can only dream of.
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i wonder, where's my room? i'm tired and i need to rest. but where's my room? can someone show me my room please...
I can't get over the neo-classical furniture in an art deco lounge. Que horror! Haha. Talk about the eclectic.
ReplyDeleteIn dream interpretation, a house usually represents a person's psychological condition, with each specific area representing a specific facet of the wellbeing - for example, the attic is the intellect, bedroom is sexuality, den is work and efficiency, library is intellectual life, living room is public image, roof is overall state of the self, and so on.
From the looks of it, based on your rather generous description, you're public image is very positive and bountiful (magiging social butterfly ka daw), and that overall self would be back to basics ang direction mo, your professional and intellectual life is thriving uli. Yun nga lang, walang bedroom. So, I guess wala muna sex life? Kidding. Hehe.
But that's just my interpretation, of course. Generally, dreaming of a new house represents a busy social life.
Why not, di ba?
hahaha natawa ako sa interpretation mo kaibigang pulahan. but it made reflect. marami sa sinabi totoo. palagay ko it's about time...it's about time...that you should take a prime spot sa bangketa sa quiapo. cards or crystal ball, your choice. hehehe.
ReplyDeleteay, sige. mamayang gabi mananaginip uli ako. panay kwarto naman if only to dispel nega-vibes and to positively attract a colorful lablayf. hahaha.