Another Mansion

There was another recent dream I had that IS significant of some good to come, as far as dream symbolism is concerned. (ACTUALLY, so is the last symbolism mentioned as far as that goes) I was looking for a room to rent. The ad had mentioned 3 rooms to rent and the address ended up being this HUGE historic mansion, complete with a Proper Name engraved in stone laid into the brickwork. There were SO MANY bedrooms, all decorated very nicely with beautiful colors, all splendidly neat and cleaned, beautiful bedspreads and curtains with nice cozy sitting areas. There were many other amenities and great rooms in the mansion and I was becoming overwhelmed by the tour. I asked the person who was showing me around, didn't the ad just advertise 3 bedrooms? ~~~ He sniffed like he was hoity-toitier than I and said with very gay enunciation, "There are only 3 bedrooms for rent. The rest are already rented. You couldn't possibly think they would all be in the same part of the mansion.

Well, ok... But, I DID wonder why everyone living there had left the doors to their rooms open. I did not rent a room. As I left, I looked strangely at the building's name engraved in stone, but I sure don't remember the name it was called.

A BiG Crowded House

It was a long wierd dream, complicated as a migraine trance. Many of us were in a big mansion. Maybe it was Ms. H's mansion. I don't know. The sisters from up the street were there too. The main thing was it was crowded and I was forever forgetting which floor I was on and getting lost in the house. Not that getting lost was a big problem because it wasn't. This dream was jumping around to different cities, too. The ladies dropped a thief off in a parking lot where the police were supposed to meet us to pick the guy up, but the thief got away. Next thing I know, I was in Hawthorne, CA trying to decide which way I was going to go on the bus. It was like I was going to go and get something to eat and a Popeye's Chicken conveniently materialized itself to be just 2 blocks away from me on Hawthorne Blvd! What a deal! So I decided to go and get some chicken instead of getting the bus, but not too long after that, I was back in the big house. It was almost like we were all sheltering ourselves there. I wonder if some of these dreams are warning me that we are going to have a bad flood here sometime soon.

6/19/2006 - An Update:
2 days ago, I discovered my psychic abilities to still be mind-blowing, even to myself. I haven't been in Hawthorne, CA since 1992 & there was no Popeye's Fried Chicken on Hawthorne Blvd & El Segundo Blvd at that time. I was always going to the Popeyes on Rosecrans. In a job related task on Saturday, I was looking at Yahoo Maps for somebody living in that area & discovered NOW THERE IS A POPEYE'S WHERE I DREAMED IT WAS!!!!!! I guess I will never cease being amazed about things like this.