Remembered dream

Four floors?  No. three floors and the bottom room. Sort of a man cave, but larger. Nicer. Not a basement but where one would be. You or someone in your family bought the house. It was nice, you got to live there now. Middle floors were square shaped. Bedrooms were nice and on the second floor.

Elsewhere on the second floor was another room, far more convenient to get to. Nice big TV and surround sound stand speakers. It was already set up.

But that bottom floor… built-in massive screen. Either a huge TV built into the wall itself or a projector. Huge speakers built into the walls. Luxurious leather couches set up in the most amazing “screening room”  you could imagine. Built-in cupholders and everything.

All you had to do is set it up. There was a manual, And you were really looking forward to it. Learning how all the speakers interconnected with the receiver and the projector and you would be watching and hearing movies, video games or whatever else you could imagine. 

Days passed. You didn’t go down to that floor to set it up. Anytime you wanted to watch something you just used the one on the second floor. You didn’t have people over as much; so you just didn’t worry about it. 

There was very little to this dream when you had it what 10, 15 years ago? You don’t remember where it went or what even happened.

Actually forgotten entirely until tonight. And for absolutely no particular reason it swells to the surface. 

There was that study that showed that brain damage from sleep apnea was reversible. You’ve been trying to sleep with the stupid machine. Who knows. Maybe for some reason it’s just something you remembered because you fixed a synapse or something.

The upstairs room was brighter. It was nice enough. Smaller, but pretty much what you have now. Come to think about it if you’re going to be dreaming about things, it’s rather lame to dream about a home theater system. Live a little. Dream of a castle floating above Jovian storms, not a stupid entertainment room.

Oh well whatever.

Just odd how much of a dream you remember all of a sudden from when you were younger. Probably nothing to it. Symbolic representation of something your subconscious was thinking about at the time. 

You think your subconscious is on your side. Hope it is at least. You have fought it before; well it tried to warn you and you ignored it.

You’re lying in bed unable to sleep. You stare at the fan. It’s on the slow setting.

You always thought it was funny when you stared at a fan.  The blades moving around clockwise.  but as you stared and let your mind go blank the blades almost seem to reverse in a choppy fashion. What is that?

You don’t have very many recurring dreams or many dreams that you remember to begin with.

Impossible roads that go almost straight up and stop so that you have to make a jump but that’s normal.

Old, decrepit massive church sanctuary. Unstable, but for some reason they are still giving tours of it until it falls apart. Too damaged to be preserved. So much waste.

The house with the nice, unused mini movie theater on the bottom floor.

Leonard Nimoy singing The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins stuck in your head.

Well it looks like sleep is not going to happen. Virtual church tomorrow at 10:30  thanks to coronavirus, and Bill has a vet appointment at 12noon.  Drop off procedure. No other plans.