Dream Log: Seaside Homes

[mishalak]

I dreamed of a man who went down to the seaside. I am not sure if there was more dream before this, it could be that I just have a sense of the story before it without it actually having happened. He was the particular friend of a fairy who made a bargain with him. The result of this bargain was that when he went to an English seaside town and was talking around a little park and expressed how nice it would be to live there it started to transform when he walked further down. The sunken brick space all well tended and surrounded with trees grew up into a little house. This being magic the house even had a history to go with it. A mean woman an her granddaughter who were near there became, at least temporarily, its residents. They called it the old admiral's house when the protagonist came back. And the magic soon had the mean woman offering this fine little house with big beams, polished woodwork, and brick to the man in exchange for his house in Swindon. This was all magic because the woman was a tight fisted terror who'd no more exchange a fine seaside home dominating the view at the end of the high street for one in Swindon than she would give to charity. This became a problem because even though she should have forgotten all about the house as soon as she'd given the protagonist the key she came back and was trying to throw him out. The little boy (her grandson?) served as a foil that allowed her to explain what she was doing to the audience.

As is frequently the case I identified strongly with the protagonist of this dream and was very upset at the machinations of the old woman as well as the fairy for causing this messed up situation. After much running about and arguing in well lit rooms she went away long enough for the protagonist to go upstairs and start ripping some music to iTunes. Yeah, I know, that did not really seem to fit on the same level of story telling. Looking over the balcony to the main room of the house it was dark now, pale blue light barely illuminated the normally blond wood of the floors. The LEDs glowed in their cool way in the dark and I wondered what music this was. Perhaps the music to Hellboy 3 or a video game about him. I was not sure, but it fit with the mood. I had the sense that things were not over with the woman who was trying to claim the house before I woke up.