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I dreamed that I was in the house I grew up in. I asked the owners if I could come in and look around, and all the walls had been taken down throughout the house, making for a lovely, open, modern floor plan, very light and airy, painted in very warm tones, very friendly and inviting.
I also visited the basement, which had been finished and had the same inviting air (it was unfinished all the time that I lived there).
Oddly, the neighboring houses, which had always seemd "nicer" than ours when I was growing up, had gone to seed somewhat.
About once or twice a year, I have a dream either about my childhood home or the house my grandmothehr lived in when I was young, and I always take it to say something revelatory about my own psyche (hope this one doesn't make me sound like I'm full of myself!)
Incidentally, I quit smoking about 2 months ago, and all of a sudden I'm remembering my dreams like crazy!
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