I had another extremely vivid house dream last night. As usual with my house dreams, I was the new owner of the house. It was an old house, a bungalow, and it looked very small. It was much bigger on the inside than the outside. Rooms kept expanding and giving way to more rooms. There were three refrigerators in the house. One of the refrigerators hid the entrance to a commode right off the kitchen. There was a sack of hamburger half defrosted on the floor in the cellar and I put it into the freezer of one of the refrigerators. The refrigerators were full of supplies. There was a root cellar off to the side of the main cellar, painted white, full of old furniture. Old upholstered chairs, picture frames, a mirror, cob-webs. That cellar was cramped and very tight. It was difficult to move. I had to bend over, and crawl over many obstacles in my path. I also remember that in the bathroom off the kitchen there was a metal cabinet of supplies that had been left there by the former owner. It was a large cabinet, stacked very neatly with all kinds of supplies, soap, cleaning materials, cigarettes, deodorant, as well as tools: hammer, pliers, wrenches. Everything was in perfect rows and arranged in alphabetical order. The objects in my dream were very colorful, greens, yellows, pastel reds. The walls of the house were white. There was a white and yellow striped shower curtain in the bathroom.
Is it significant that earlier in the day I had completed the first draft of the novel manuscript that I had been working on for two years?