Just awoke from a dream that Anita and I moved into the house we bought shortly after getting married. It was more beautiful than what I remembered. And as is common in dreams, inexplicably different: somewhat larger, even more woodwork.
We had a lot of people: friends, plus a few “consultants.” One of the latter discovered a stereo system embedded in the ceiling spaces that allowed us to hear music all over the house. When a small battery-sized magnet was placed on the control, the music would stop. A bit different from digital, but still very cool.
It was one of those strange dreams where the mood didn’t quite match the content–I felt so happy at the end of the dream. Maybe it’s just the prospect of a day off during a busy season. Or it could be that my wife mentioned cleaning up (out?) the basement today.
Catholic Sensibility 