I determined when I started this blog that I would record any dreams that I might have about houses. It's only fair. Well, I had one last night...although it wasn't so much about a house as it was about a house-like hotel room. Dan (husband) and I are planning a November trip to Florida and I have been obsessing over finding the perfect accommodation for the one night we will be hoteling it by the ocean. I'm sure that fact had no small impact on the hotel-like quality of my most recent house dream.

There was a large sitting room and a hallway with at least two other rooms off the hall. I could see into one of the rooms. It was messy and had a mattress on the floor for a bed and there were blankets and clothes strewn all around. I was the only person in the place. Everyone "else" was outside in a school bus waiting to leave. I was just milling about, when it dawned on me that it was 3:00 in the afternoon. I started freaking out because it was a hotel room and I knew that the next guests would be arriving and because we hadn't properly vacated the room by the proper check out time, housekeeping hadn't been by to clean it. Of course, in my dream, it wasn't housekeeping's job to clean up...it was ours. The extent to which the place needed to be cleaned was monstrous...every where I looked there were little piles of junk and stuff...it was like one of those nightmare "helping your friends move" experiences where you show up to help and next to nothing has been boxed or cleaned and it all has to be done before the truck is due back at the rental place in 5 hours. Let me reiterate - I was alone in the place. There was a kitchenette with a dishwasher, and somehow everyone had decided to pile up all the dirty dishes on top of the dishwasher. (A side note here...for what ever reason, the dirty "dishes" consisted primarily of flower vases of various shapes and sizes.) I opened the dishwasher to find that it was full of clean dishes that needed to be put away before I could load it with the dirty dishes. So I took out a glass or a plate or something and went to put it away and discovered immediately that I had no idea where to put them in this unfamiliar kitchen. I kept opening cupboard after cupboard and drawer after drawer looking for the right place to put them, but every single place was the wrong place. The End.

Not much of the prophetic in this dream, I'm afraid. Just a lot of exasperation. Infer what you will from this brief injection of levity before I return with a new post on something like hell or liturgy or that cult out in Vermont in 1999.