Dreaming of Dad Working on Our House
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kybearfuzzI had a very odd dream last night. Odd in one sense in that I woke up at 1:30 AM after dreaming it. Odd in another in that it involved my deceased dad, whom I never really dream about directly. I actually took notes with the intention of posting it earlier this morning, but got tied up. Anyway...
It started with me riding my bike down Pearl Street where I grew up in my hometown. In reality, we were the only house on Pearl and had a number of "302," but I don't know why. It was late, around midnight, and I was riding my bike to the store with a list of things I was supposed to pick up. However, I was riding my bike towards the house, instead of away, so the ride to the store made little sense.
The old house was a ranch-style house that had fallen apart over the years, but there was a lot of light shining through big windows. Inside, I could see my dad putting up new wood paneling on the walls, this a lighter variety than what was up before. The wood was shiny and fit perfectly up to about near ceiling. From the top of the paneling to the ceiling, the wood was stacked, like looking at lumber from the end, with different colored patterns flush against the wall. I remember thinking how shiny the whole wall seemed to be.
I was surprised about what my dad was wearing. He was in jeans, which I never saw in my lifetime, a blue button-up shirt, and white wife-beater tee-shirt beneath. This was a more modern look and my dad never wore such things. Even stranger, was that he was working in such an outfit, putting up the wood panels and sweating in what he would consider finer clothes.
Dad seemed younger than I remembered him. He knew I was there and I commented on how great the work looked. He thanked me. I finally saw another man in the room, painting the wood with a clear glaze that had that fuming smell, but gave the wall the iridescent glow I thought was so cool. On the floor I saw more of the wood with the colored ends, stacked and ready to be put up above the paneling.
It was only after I stepped back that I realized that the wall wasn't really just a wall, but an exterior wall and the rest of the interior of the house was actually a new front porch. A new porch to what appeared to be a new home. My dad and his friend was apparently building a new home inside the shell of the old one. At that moment, the twin appeared, looking about 12 years old, and jumped off the porch and into the night. And then I woke up.
Some ironic things is that 1) my dad was never so handy, and 2) the building of the new house inside the old one was an idea I had thought of before. The area my family lived in had been re-zoned for business, so no one could build a new house there and couldn't remodel the house past the roof of the existing structure. This was done, we think, because the city wants the property and is willing to allow the homes to fizzle out slowly and then take the land for cheaper. I once commented to my mom that the way around this would be to gut the entire house to the shell and then rebuild the house from the inside, eventually removing the exterior walls to free the new house beneath.
And last night, my dad was doing just that!
It started with me riding my bike down Pearl Street where I grew up in my hometown. In reality, we were the only house on Pearl and had a number of "302," but I don't know why. It was late, around midnight, and I was riding my bike to the store with a list of things I was supposed to pick up. However, I was riding my bike towards the house, instead of away, so the ride to the store made little sense.
The old house was a ranch-style house that had fallen apart over the years, but there was a lot of light shining through big windows. Inside, I could see my dad putting up new wood paneling on the walls, this a lighter variety than what was up before. The wood was shiny and fit perfectly up to about near ceiling. From the top of the paneling to the ceiling, the wood was stacked, like looking at lumber from the end, with different colored patterns flush against the wall. I remember thinking how shiny the whole wall seemed to be.
I was surprised about what my dad was wearing. He was in jeans, which I never saw in my lifetime, a blue button-up shirt, and white wife-beater tee-shirt beneath. This was a more modern look and my dad never wore such things. Even stranger, was that he was working in such an outfit, putting up the wood panels and sweating in what he would consider finer clothes.
Dad seemed younger than I remembered him. He knew I was there and I commented on how great the work looked. He thanked me. I finally saw another man in the room, painting the wood with a clear glaze that had that fuming smell, but gave the wall the iridescent glow I thought was so cool. On the floor I saw more of the wood with the colored ends, stacked and ready to be put up above the paneling.
It was only after I stepped back that I realized that the wall wasn't really just a wall, but an exterior wall and the rest of the interior of the house was actually a new front porch. A new porch to what appeared to be a new home. My dad and his friend was apparently building a new home inside the shell of the old one. At that moment, the twin appeared, looking about 12 years old, and jumped off the porch and into the night. And then I woke up.
Some ironic things is that 1) my dad was never so handy, and 2) the building of the new house inside the old one was an idea I had thought of before. The area my family lived in had been re-zoned for business, so no one could build a new house there and couldn't remodel the house past the roof of the existing structure. This was done, we think, because the city wants the property and is willing to allow the homes to fizzle out slowly and then take the land for cheaper. I once commented to my mom that the way around this would be to gut the entire house to the shell and then rebuild the house from the inside, eventually removing the exterior walls to free the new house beneath.
And last night, my dad was doing just that!
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Date: 2010-10-13 02:46 am (UTC)