Date: 2/2/2019
By starsandneurons
I dreamt that my grandmothers house burned down and we all tried to save it. She lived in the white house I fell in love with when I was a child. After we stopped the fire, I wanted to explore the inside for damage. There was still a piano, a few pieces of furniture. The ground floor had a brick floor like my childhood home. I didn’t make it onto the other floors because I woke up too soon. It was beautiful. The fire revealed old wallpaper and imperfections and made the house feel alive.