2/12/19
I can only remember fragments of my dreams lately. I feel there is more, but it is beyond my reach.
In last night's dream, I recall living in a house that we did not build. I remember being in a room and seeing a wall covered in wallpaper, but upon closer examination I saw it was hung by paperclip. It was clipped to the wall and not pasted. I pulled the first layer down. It was a soft pink with a small pattern in it. Next, after the first layer came down it exposed another layer of wallpaper. I think this layer was green with a small print. Then a third layer was exposed. I don't remember the color of the last layer. When all of the wallpaper finally came down, it exposed a wall made of up of wood. It was like inlayed wood that created a beautiful pattern. I could hardly believe that anyone would cover this beautiful woodwork.
The next part of the dream I walked into a part of the house that I rarely used and forgot it was there. It was a giant room, and I thought it would be big enough to hold an assembly inside. Then I remembered that we had held a gathering before there, but it had been so long I had forgotten it was even in my home. I was happy to have found it again. It was covered in wood too. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, the seats was all wood.
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