contemplativethis one, however, was slightly different. sure, the same thing about having a time limit to pack my things and get rid of all i couldn't carry with me, true. this one had a slightly different ending.
i got to see where i was going.
none of the other dreams had the end point, just that i had to pack, i had to toss out 80% of my belongings, that i had to leave, and SOON. not one of them had WHERE i was going, or seeing where i was going.
my destination in this dream was an old grey house. the insides were old, the vinyl crinkling up in places, the backyard overgrown and unruly. it was a dark grey house, with the faded wooded siding that is cracked in many places. it was a dismal looking house.
but i knew that it was MY house. it was MY fixerupper. i remember standing in the kitchen, hands in the pockets of my jacket, looking around at all the work ahead of me, and taking a biiiiiig sigh, thinking "well, i have a week to get out of the old place, I might as well start bringing things over now."
and then, there was a makeout scene with a guy.
but i think that last part was just gratuitous.
