Two night ago, I dreamt that I was coming home to my apartment, apparently the entire top floor of an old house. I walked up the stairs and found all my stuff, as normal. But while I had always thought of my place as a basic studio apartment, now I looked up and realized there were many additional rooms.
I walked around the house in awe. There was a huge kitchen and a music room with an old piano. I came into a large bedroom. It had big, beautiful windows looking down into a garden. It was empty, except for the dust of years of going unused. Without thinking, I started moving my stuff in.
I felt a deep sense of aliveness. There was suddenly a lot more space and possibility in my life. I thought to myself, “Has this been here the whole time?” and woke up.
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