the kitchen had become a beautiful lake
I live in a large five-storied house with six diverse interesting people. I regularly dream about buildings and the house I live in is no exception. I dream in full colour and can sometimes confuse the dreams with reality.
The last dream I had about the house started as any normal, real day. I left my bedroom on the top floor and headed downstairs to the basement, presumably to make a meal. When I arrived downstairs, the entire bottom floor aside from the kitchen had become a beautiful lake, and the floors above were built surrounding it, like a mezzanine. There were trees and birds and I remember thinking how lovely it looked. I wasn't bothered in the slightest that my patio and utility room had vanished.
When I woke up I went downstairs to see if there was, infact, a lake. There wasn't.
Female, born 1983
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