I have nightmares most every night. The few good dreams I have are events. Several years ago, and one night, I was given a house. It grew out of a clearing on a grassy hill, surrounded by heavy woods and had no doors, in fact many of the outside walls were not there. Instead the large open place were held up by groups of massive marble columns. I was inside Inside the giant library. Walls to other wonderous rooms were on one side and matching columns held up a deep porch on the other.
The enormous library was full of books, ground to floor; rolling ladders to reach all and much of the inner floor held twenty foot long tables. On the ground floor were three other rooms housed long tables, one for sewing and frame making, another for painting with supplies, close and numerous, up the walls. Yumm, I love to work. nancymauerman.com