March 08, 2004

    I have a reoccurring dream.  Maybe.  I'm not sure how these things are defined.  My only other reoccurring dream was the pregnancy dream of my teens.  That always had a different setting and cast, but the exact same format.

    This time, the only thing that is the same is the setting.  I'm dreaming about a house.  Specifically about this house.  None of the other details of that first dream have shown up again, but the house stays the same.  Actually, that's not completely true.  Shorn is always there, and the dream always seems to take place in the fairly near future.  We are always redecorating or fixing up the house.  And we have always recently moved into the house.  The state of disrepair varies from dream to dream, as does the exact location.  But it's always in the Bay Area.  The scenario of how we came to purchase the house is always realistic, or at least plausible, and always different.  Usually it involves some modest inheritance or life insurance payoff.  There is always death associated with the house--the dog fighting, a suicide of the previous owner, death of a loved one, etc--but that never seems to bother us in the dream.

    I've dreamt about this house six or seven times since the original dream, now, and I'm starting to wonder.  I half expect that I will actually stumble across this house some day, and be able to buy it.  Part of this really appeals to me.  It would be so cool to be out house hunting, and be able to say "This is it, this is the house I've been dreaming about.  Here, let me show you around."  But then there is that whole death part to worry about.  Strange

    On a completely different note,  it is an absolutely beautiful day out, today.  I've been writing this blog in chunks, and tending my garden in between.  If I've learned one thing over the winter, it is this:  year-round gardening is extremely rewarding.  This is the first year I've attempted to start outdoor plants in the fall, and the results have been inspiring.  The crocus bulbs I planted have already bloomed, and the daffodils leaves are growing.  The nasturtiums have, for lack of a better phrase, busted out.  I spent part of the morning rearranging the pots so I could train the nasturtiums up a trellis, instead of just having them flop all over the other plants.

    Normally at this time of year, I would just be thinking about planting stuff, but now I have a leafy, green garden to enjoy.  A little planning goes a long way.  Compare for yourself:

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