Do you know the house and has the house ever come to you in your dream Changing, changeling, loose change, loose pets, the old house in the old dream
This is a house we must leave, and it hurts, it’s our house it’s our dream, and we have to pack up and leave, despite everything that cannot fit into bags to be carried, there are too many books, too many personal knick knacks, too many shoes (without pairs), too much clothes, too much food and history. So I always wonder, can we please just keep our house? Or at least be able to come back? To leave the things we can’t carry now on their shelves and hanging on their hooks and come back for them?
Lately, nature has been assaulting the house with storms, fire and ice Last night, ice crept accross the intersections of walls, and I thought, this terrible frost, and what about how the rooms are literally coming apart at their seams, and the ocean and the fire engulfs from the front while enemies try to capture us and I try to get ahold of the magical weapon that can kill the leader, It’s something I’ll throw at him, at them, and they’ll be vaporized, forever. But I throw it and I may miss, so we have to find it again.