Dream #1
I stood in the snow with a group of people before a house. The sky was a dim, pale, silvery blue, like at early morning, before sunrise. The house was smallish, blocky looking, almost like it was made out of stucco. It was painted a vivid turquoise. It looked run-down, abandoned.
The group I was with was here to fix the house. But our crew leader was on a walkie-talkie or a phone with the person who had sent us on this project. He was telling the man things about the house, implying through them that we could not do work under those conditions.
The crew leader spoke about the inside of the house, which looked, in my mind's eye, pretty dark, with dark floors and walls, dusty, full of stray nails, with boards everywhere, and with floorboards so weak we could fall through them at any moment. He also mentioned the roof, which was torn a little off the house, so that it slanted upward from the tops of the walls a little, as if a giant had opened up the house like a box.
At this point the house may have been the size of a southern-style mansion. The man may have said that there was no way he'd have his crew do work under a roof that could collapse at any time.
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