dream house...

Sometimes I dream about houses... I'll be having such a lovely time, and then I wake up to discover I was dreaming. It's o.k. It's a very brief disappointment, b/c I'm certainly very thankful for a real house, even if it's not as fantabulous as the dreamed up one. Sometimes I sort of remember my dream throughout the day and work my way through the same cycle several times: excitement mixed with anticipation, cognizance, chagrin, sensibility, gratitude. Yesterday I experienced that familiar feeling and realized midway thru chagrin- wait a minute - this is really happening. There really is a house. I can be excited! Forget sensibility! This may or may not happen, but at least I didn't dream it up! It was very cool. I'm letting myself get way out of hand with hopefulness with this one, but that's o.k. I'm having fun on this roller coaster ride.