Ashley's Boss House and the Forgotten Dream

Sorry for the hiatus but I've been busy and I've been travelling, so here I am in California, and I've got three pretty awesome dreams for you. There were a couple of dreams in between that happened but I can't remember enough of them to satisfy a whole blog post. If you're interested, there was one with Prime Minister standing in a group of guys and someone asked me if I liked any of the guys and I said yeah, and I thought that he was going to ask me out...and then he didn't. I've got lots of dreams with him that turn out a lot like that. Anyway, this first dream I am really jealous of.

Ashley's Boss House

So this dream starts out with me visiting my sister at her new house, which doesn't exist in real life.

But Noah wasn't there.

I walked into the foyer of her house and it was a large Victorian mansion. Already I'm jealous. She's showing me around and shows me the living room which in enormous with wall to wall art and a huge grand piano.

Except that this one's very small...it's surprisingly hard to find pictures of pianos.

As I walked in I was marveling at all of her wonderful art in her amazing house and then I remembered a phone call that I had had from Ashely earlier that dream-day.

Me: Didn't you say that you had a bust of Robert Pattinson?

Ashley: Oh yeah! I totally do. I don't know why, I didn't order it, but I totally have one.

Me: Where is it?

Ashley: Over there on top of the piano.

It looked a lot like this, but it was just a crystalline bust.

Me: Wow, how stupid.

Ashley: I know.

So we make our way into another room which in my dream tends to vacillate between a bedroom and a formal living room. Just like in the rest of the house there art on every inch of wall space, and it's decorated in the style of Versailles.

Except not as distracting or tacky.

The walls had way more art than this, the paintings were closer, but then again the house was much bigger with extremely tall ceilings so there was more room for wall to wall art.

The ceilings were very tall with beautiful crown molding and lots of tumble room. (When I say tumble room I mean lots of walking space, I saw tumble because I totally weigh the value of a room by the amount of space on the floor that is available to lay down and do somersaults. No joke.) The carpet was a gorgeous rich navy blue.

It was a little darker, with less shine, and less velvety...and no presidential seal.

We start up a conversation.

Me: So you rented all of this art right?

Ashley: Yeah, there's a website that I've found where you can just tell them what kind of art you want and how much and they send it all to you and then some guys come and hang it all up, but wait for them to hang it up or else it will look terrible. They're professionals. Look I've got paintings of the three musketeers...

...lots of chiaroscuro, Caravaggio type stuff...

I like Caravaggio...

...and this sword is from Caesar!

Yeah, Ashley had the actual Crocea Mors...

I've also got lots of Mozambiquan art. (I don't even think Mozambiquan is a word but that's what she said.)

But make sure that if you get Mozambiquan art that you get actual Mozambiquans to hang it or else they'll do it upside down.

Make sure you get Mozambiquans....

Me: How much was this house?

Ashley: Oh my gosh, it was a steal! We got it for so cheap. (But shew gave no specific number.)

Me: And you actually own it?

Ashley: Yeah!

Then I laid on the bed and covered myself with my Batman quilt...which I don't have a picture of.

This is the actual fabric it's made of though.

And I went to sleep.

My Interpretation

None at all, but I'm extremely jealous of this house. It was gorgeous and I would live in it any day of the week.

Also, you guys get a treat. I totally forgot about a dream I had the other night until I found the folder with all of the pictures that I was going to use for it. Unfortunately since I took too long to blog it, I've forgotten, even though I'm pretty sure I couldn't remember a lot of it to begin with.

The Forgotten Dream

As far as I can remember, the only people in this dream were:

Emmie

My brother, Blake, and maybe his son Wyatt, I can't really remember.

And my sister-in-law, Lisa.

As far as I can remember, we were all in my room at my house in Texas, even though Blake and Lisa live in Washington state. and Blake and Lisa were trying to get me to come doing something with them, like go to dinner or go to Six Flags or something, but there was something in my bed. I say something because it was like a mentally retarded zombie or something, I seriously don't know. But it was a mixture between this guy:

and Sloth...

But there was something about him that made him super violent but you could keep him under control as long as you were careful about what you said. Because apparently if you said something four times in a row he would go do it. Or it would create some kind of violent reaction in him. I know that there was a point in time where we had to run away from him, and we had to run through the backyard.

We had a playground thing that was a lot like this in my backyard about I'd say 8 years ago.

We had to jump over this play thing and jump over all of the fences to get away.

And that's all I can remember.

My Interpretation

- The zombies, once again coming from Undead Nightmare. Other than that, no idea.