I’m walking up a sidewalk path to the front door of a building where i’m looking to ?live? The building is in a city but i don’t know where. None that i’m familiar with. Somebody is with me. We enter through a heavy wooden door. Not fancy, but solid. I think it’s solid oak or some other hard wood. We’re walking down a dimly lit hallway. The walls are covered in old fashioned cloth ‘wallpaper’ with a faded pattern. I think it’s vertical stripes with ivy. Ivory and jade. The hallway isn’t very long and at the end is a sort of circular vestibule with two doors, side by side. I knock on the door on the right and a woman in an apron opens the door. We enter into a room that’s a half circle (quarter circle really). As soon as i see it i realize that this apartment and the one on the left should be one because then the circle is completed (half circle really but in the dream i understand it to mean ‘complete’). As i have this realization, the wall that separates the two apartments is gone and now i’m seeing the room how it was meant to be seen. Wide open, and rounded. Like being in the bow of a ship. There are large windows along the front and a large stream of water or maybe a narrow river. I’m disappointed to see that on the other side of the water it’s all built up with shopping and apartments and imagine how beautiful it must’ve been when the building i’m in was first built. I make a comment to that affect and the woman who opened the door tells me “It’s been built up like that since 1924” which i take to mean there never was the beautiful i imagined. I’m not disappointed though and begin to explore the left side of the place. There’s a kitchen with a long wall of stove tops and several people are making dinner. Multiple families share this space. We (the woman, my companion, and i) walk through a door into another room. I think it’s another kitchen but this one has stove tops and ovens. There are several people sitting around a table. The table reminds me of the kind in a diner. I don’t know what that material is. A kind of plastic? It’s white but there’s a pattern on the plastic, like ?triangles or teepees, maybe diamonds? in gold. It’s pretty tacky but i like it. Retro. We leave this room because there are too many people crowded into it and are back in the first hallway. I love this space but it would take a lot of effort to turn it from the multi-family apartments back to a “whole” house.
My companion and i leave the building and go back outside but now it seems like we’re somewhere else, not in the same city where we started. A car pulls up to the curb in front of us and we get in. The driver takes off in a hurry, tearing up the grass we’re driving on. He’s driving like a maniac. Now i’m alone with the driver in the front seat and the car is a pickup truck. He’s still driving fast and recklessly but i don’t care, i’m just trying to take in the scenery. We come to a neighborhood of beautiful old houses. They’re all attached to each other like townhouses, but great big places. Each façade is a different color and different trim, but all pretty much the same size so the roof-line is even. We drive up a narrow wooden road (like a dock) that runs in front of the houses and i realize it’s not a road and we’re not supposed to be driving on it but the man says he doesn’t care if the rich people don’t like it and keeps going further up the sidewalk until we come to the end of that block and have to turn right to continue. I don’t know where i am but i love these old houses and marvel at them as we speed by them.
That’s all i remember. Great feeling dream from an architectural standpoint! I love to go to strange new neighborhoods. I always wish i could get back to that one i dreamed when i was little. I still can distinctly see the piano house and the teapot house. Now that i remember that one i think that maybe the lady that opened the door in this dream was the same lady that opened the door and let me in to the piano house. That dream had noodles in the sink but i don’t remember a sink in this one. Just ovens and stove tops. How odd.
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