Summer has decided to stay it seems, I’m happy about it, even though it is hot out. Better hot than cold and rainy, although that can be nice and pretty as well. I prefer warmth. Vacation for me is not finding a mountain full of snow and sliding down the thing. I prefer sightseeing old stuff alternated with being at/in a pool and the sun keeping me company throughout the day. In other words, I feel like I have a vacation at home except for the pool. And the fact that someone else has cooked dinner. And the fact that the rooms get cleaned without my lifting a finger. And just going to breakfast instead of making it. And not working, but sightseeing.
Ok, so it is not a vacation at home, it is just vacation weather. I am happy nonetheless.
So not much is happening because of this weather. I don’t do anything unless it needs to be done. But I found that I’ve had such vivid dreams these last few days it is crazy. When I get up in the morning they linger, I actually remember the dreams. If I would have been smart I’d have a dream diary as well, but I don’t so I am sorry, because most of these dreams slip away after an hour or so of being awake. I remember something afterward, but most of it is gone. I do remember that most of them involve treasure hunts or being chased by bad people, so all in all a whole lot of physical exercise is happening during the night. Too bad it does not show when I wake up. That would be great!
One dream I kind of remember, but day by day it slips a little bit further away from me. It involved a house or rather small castle of some kind. It was beautiful, not to big, in the middle of nowhere by a lake. I had been in love with this place for a while and somehow it was for sale now. My partner and I had bought the place and some-one gave us a tour through our new place. The main hall almost looked like a hall at the airport. Loads of windows, two stories up, but no floor in the middle. If you looked up you actually saw the floor above. It had a metal ladder like a fire escape to get up. Wait, I just figured that fire escapes don’t look the same in every country. It was sort of a metal spiral staircase where the steps have these holes in them like a cheese grate. I hope that helps a little. If you went up the stairs you had these nice little spaces that almost felt like a windowsill. Those things you can sit in and feel cosy. Behind that hall there was this space that had the feel of a loft, where the living room and kitchen and so would be. Now don’t ask me why, but the other rooms of the place where in a separate building. That thing had more of a medieval feel. Small rooms with stone walls, wooden doors and wooden beds. Those beds you see in movies when people go to jail and there is a “plank” held up by two chains in the wall.
There was a third building that was part of the purchase, and this building was something that concerned me. I was rethinking the buy because of it. It was kind of a church/monastery sort of building. It had this room meant for prayers that was sooooo beautiful, with tapestries on the walls and candles. The room just gave of such serenity! There where gardens with that and people were getting tours through the thing. The guide told about all the violent deaths that had occurred on these grounds before they build al the structures that where now there, so the place had ghosts. You actually saw the wandering around the garden an church halls! They were not the Harry Potter kind, but luckily for us, they weren’t vengeful either. Still, it made me reconsider the buy. My partner on the other hand was completely sold at this time, where at the beginning of the dream I was the one to say this was perfect and he was the one to tell me maybe it was not our best decision, now I told him maybe he was right after all, but he was already decorating the thing in his mind. No our old couch would have to go, we would buy a new one. And the walls were going to be painted in a very special style that does not exist in real life to my knowledge, that involved coins. Don’t ask me how that would have worked or looked, but my partner knew for sure that was what he wanted.
Now because he was so sure I knew we would have to stay here, ghosts or no ghosts, so I’d better make the best of it. This insane idea occurred to me just before I started waking up. I decided that the medieval building would become my workplace, where I would take care of people that knew there was only a short time left to live because of the illnesses they had. I would be the one to take care of them until they would die and make sure they were taken care of correctly before the funeral, so I would use the course I have taken and told you about in other blogs.
This is one crazy dream. For one thing I don’t have a medical degree, so how in the world would I take care of people that are dying and need medical attention. That was the first thing I thought when I woke up and I still think the thing is crazy, but hey, you make up your mind on that. I would love to hear your ideas on how to analyse the thing.