Oct 22 2006
When I met you in the restaurant you could tell I was no debutante - dreaming…
i’m out in the garage, not our actual garage, but in the dream it’s the garage behind the house. it’s like an old barn, rustic old rough sawn walls with a huge vaulted roof. it’s bright and sunny, rays of light shine down from the roof. as i look up i realize that there are windows and doors in the roof - they are framed in like another wall. there’s an entry way with a walk-in door and several ornate and less ornate windows. some are broken in a spider-webbed type shatter. the only thing i say in the dream “it’d be nice to develop a second floor, closer to the heat and sunlight”.
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