I'll be honest, instead of daydreaming about a large fanciful wedding when I was growing up, I would over and over sit and fantasize about living in an old, large house that had a personality. It always had so many rooms that every day of the week could be a different adventure all within the walls of this house.
It always was a way for me to explore outside the boundaries of my small Nebraska town. The house always was dark (no electricity) and was out in the woods away from everyone else. 99% of the time I was always alone, maybe the pet that I had at the time was with me, but otherwise, it was just me in this huge house, full of rooms, all by myself. I could wake up when I wanted to, eat when I wanted to, sleep when and where I wanted to without worry. If I wanted to explore in my jammies all day I could! I would almost dream of making extremely simple meals (soup, oatmeal, breads) so that my day was not cumbersome with lots of cleaning up. You see, that would take precious time away from my agenda for the day.
Sometimes the house would look the same, sometimes it was different. It was always several stories high, with, I would say 30 rooms. I know that is excessive but that was part of the intrigue. Often times it was in the middle of winter, and I would write at night by firelight to keep warm. I would write about the adventures I had during the day. I also rarely slept in a bed, it was usually on a couch in front of the fire, wrapped in blankets. I would watch the falling snow out the window and daydream of daydreaming in this house!
This house always gave me the opportunity to be myself. I didn't have anyone to please, no one to impress, I didn't have to wear makeup or certain clothing, it was all about ME being me, and I loved it. Oh sure, I'd dream that some handsome strapping man (look, I was young!) would pass through and need a room for the night, that part of the dream I won't go into here with you now *laughing*. I'm sure your imagination will feed you just fine on that one.
So, lately, I have been astral traveling to a house. I knew it was coming, actually, my spirit guides told me I was going to visit an old familiar place. I didn't realize it was going to be my *dream* house. Now that I think about it, I doubt it was always a dream, I'm sure that I astral traveled even as a kid, so, landing my astral butt smack dab in the middle of "the house" recently brought up some very amazing and exciting emotions and memories.
While I love to spend time in each of the rooms at any given time, I love the "back stairs" and secret compartments/rooms that I find. Sometimes I find belongings from past occupants, but recently, I've also seen other astral travelers in the house as well. I'm not sure if they don't notice me, or if they are ignoring me. If they are ignoring me, I'm sure it's not intentional, as they are there to do what THEY want to do as well, but this changes the situation from my original dreams. While this house is huge (and I do mean huge) it's not unoccupied. It hasn't been winter when I am there either, it has been fall, and the leaves are falling. The nights are not freezing, they are merely chilled.
I've been googling photos off and on all day of rooms and houses that this house reminds me of, here are the closest I have found:
If I had any drawing ability, I could draw a lot of the rooms that I visit, however, I have not been blessed with anything of the such, so please insert and utilize your imagination. I plan to visit again there tonight, so, if any of you want to go, make it a point. I'll show you what I know and love, then leave you off to do your own exploring!
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