Screw it, I don't post enough blogs as it is. I might as well use it as a dream journal as well.
Scot Adams, creator of Dilbert, has often said that there's nothing less interesting than listening to someone's dream. But he's also a Trump supporter, so what does he know. I can promise you this, that some of the dreams I post here will be boring. But writing is a muscle, and I need to do it more often, even if I don't have a proper subject. If you don't like them, skip those blog entries.
Last night I dreamed that I revisited my childhood home. I still have lots of dreams where I live there, but this was different. In this dream, I was the same age I am now, living where I do now. But I found out that my parents' old house was now abandoned, and had been willed to me.
I arrived at the house, and everything was dark. From the outside it looked pretty normal, except that all the windows had been boarded up. But when I went inside, it looked much older. Inside the house, everything was made of unfinished wood, like an old barn. The floorboards weren't even tightly fitted, and you could see through some of the slats. But other than that, the downstairs still had the same floorplan as the actual house.
But then I went upstairs. The second floor was impossibly big. It had the layout of a shopping mall - one huge hallway, and lots of store-sized side rooms. But it was still completely wood. I was there with a group of people I don't know in real life, and we all had camping gear, preparing to stay overnight.
An old woman approached us, and she told us she'd been living there for decades. She said she was over 100 years old, and she was glad to finally have some guests. I think she was based on Mother Abigail from Stephen King's "The Stand". She said I could have ownership of the property, as long as I allowed her to continue to live there as well.
Another odd thing, while most of the mall level was wood, there was one exception. We discovered that there was one actual store in the otherwise empty mall. It had a normal looking store front, made of plexiglass and neon. It appeared to be a video/music store like FYE or Media Play. The logo looked like Blockbuster Video's, but had a different name where the logo would be. It looked so out of place, all lit up and modern, surrounded by old wood.
The old woman told us that was where she kept her record collection. And that's all I remember.
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