I had another dream. My parents heard about a house for sale along the Ohio River in East Liverpool. We all drove over to see it. It was long with 5 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms (this was stated twice in the dream, and I had to repeat it), 2 dining areas, a breakfast nook, a parlor, and a large living room as well as an excellent kitchen furnished with durable stainless steel throughout. It looked old but had been kept up very well and was recently remodeled by the previous occupants. Life changed for those occupants so they couldn’t keep the house and had to sell it so they didn’t get to enjoy all the remodeling they did. The curtains were white, the yellow carpet was thick and cushioned, it looked brand new. When I started to explore the back of the house where all the bedrooms were, the house had the complete outdoors indoors. There was an indoor garden with a very green manicured lawn with an Arts & Crafts style garden filled with native plants. This was not a flower garden but a garden with the color and variety of plantings created a visually pleasant experience of texture and natural variation. It was designed to be beautiful all year long as autumn would set in; the garden was designed to turn golden. I would walk away from the garden to greet relatives coming over to visit and would come back to see more gold appearing in the garden as the season changed from summer to autumn. Eventually, the lawn and all the plantings turned into gold. It was so beautiful. My relatives showed up with their fishing poles to go fishing in the river. Inside, I noticed all the vents had large plastic covers over them to prevent pollutants affecting any asthma sufferer inside. In one bedroom I noticed an empty crib and an adult twin bed next to it. I got the impression that crib was somehow the crib I was placed in when I was a baby and the twin bed was my bed. I liked the house and wanted to get it. I hoped it would not be in danger from flooding from the river but, I was told, this house will not flood. I tired to decide between the cabin at Salt Fork and this house. I liked both. I would like to keep both. I wanted to be sure that whatever house I was in, I would be close to Salt Fork. This house would be a little farther away from Salt Fork but not by much in the dream. I noticed the businesses along side the highway were calmer, prosperous, and more organized. All the buildings were squat and light mud in color. In past dreams, this area had a crazy amusement park with the owners shouting and screaming its praises to attract customers. I was pleased to see it calm, and the shoppers were all calm and relaxed. I felt that the house was to be my house, and my parents would stay in the cabin. The relatives were annoying to me. They wanted me to support all of them financially to the point they could live the high life without doing any work and without doing any favors in return because I was wealthy now. Two of the cousins were yelling at each other. The others smiled and seemed to just think all of this improper behavior was cute. I was for sure not going to take anybody here fishing and I was not going to cater to their selfishness. Finally, after they got a clue from the long wait that I wasn’t going to do them any favors, they left, and I was so relieved.

I don't know what all that means, but it is so beautifuly detailed...why don't you paint it?

Oddly, enough I dreamed about a house that was for sale. It was oddly familiar, somehow.

I went up steps that seemed to come to a landing or terrace and then the front door.
The house was small, but really cozy. It had wonderful wood floors, old fashioned
like a hand built house. There was a parlor and off to the side almost tucked away
off the entry to a most wonderful kitchen. My favorite room. Down the hall were
two bedrooms. It was lovely and I wanted it. I had no money and was told it would
cost $21 thousand dollars (sounds like a deposit these days).

I then thought it was a bit two small for my furniture, including a piano. The person
with me pointed out a little step down behind the kitchen...it opened to a wonderful
room with a deep area for storage and a place for me to have a dog. The door
led out to a lower level yard...like a small garden and fence, then open area. I
wanted to move.

I woke up wnating to find this little cottage...a prayer cottage. It seemed to have
elements of different places that I have resided...but I am looking for a place to dwell.

Blessings,
Signet.

I wonder if this is a sense of "home".