Log Cabins

Date: 1/20/2019

My dad and I (who died in 2008) were looking at log cabins for me to move into. They all had various forms of taxidermy (which I have a phobia of) hanging from the walls, so I was having panic attacks like crazy and he couldn’t understand why. I was growing increasingly frustrated at his ignorance of my phobia. I guess I couldn’t see myself at home in any of these cabins due to the taxidermy, so I gave up the house hunt. The dream ended with me building a fence made of fallen trees around the backyard of the house I chose... except it wasn’t one from my house hunt. It was the one I grew up in; a house my dad actually built.