Hi!

I have recurring dreams about being in our summer house close to the coast, relatively deep in the forest. They're generally not dramatic, in my last one I was sneaking around our grandmothers house where my dad was sleeping. The "sneaking" feeling was just a minor parenthesis. It was in the state of having been cleared out for being sold, because she had, just like in real life, passed away. Now, this happened some time ago, 2-3 years or more. Anyway, the house really felt empty. I checked out her old TV that still functioned, and a book I remember seeing her read the summer before she passed. It was about the consequences on a country when an anonymous person begins sending everyone free food (rioting and stuff ensued).

I wake up from most of these dreams around our summer houses with a sense of melancholy or nostalgia, a feeling that can't even be "sated" by visiting those places. They feel different in real life than in my dreams.