The real story began in 1979 when I had a crush on a boy and me and a friend would walk by his large home after school in hopes of catching a glimpse of him. By the summer of 1979 his family moved thousands of miles away and I never saw him again...so from that time I had completely forgotten about him and my escapades to his house.
Fast forward to a dream I had a few nights ago. In this dream I was walking to his house (not as the teen I was in real life but as I am now). I wanted to buy his house because it was for sale...I walked by the house and saw the stone and wood features...then I woke up.
After I woke up I was disturbed by the dream because I hadn't given that house (or the boy) a second thought in thirty years so why am I dreaming of it? I spend that whole day thinking about it and trying to recall where in that town I once lived in, was his house. I went online and googled the town map and found the street...I googled the street and a real estate agency popped up and low and behold there was the house that was in my dream, the house I once passed by thirty years earlier up for sale.
This dream has since bothered me on serval levels. One, how did I know this house was for sale? In the dream I wanted to buy it - but in real life at the price tag of several million dollars it was waaay beyond my reach! But what this dream has done was make me remember things I have all but forgotten. Silly things really that have been lost in my memory...and I am trying to figure out what the point of this dream was.
The dream was mainly focused on the house and not the boy...but in the dream I walked by it like I had many years ago and I felt the same as I did then only it was now. Strange.
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