I had one of those very detailed and seemingly real kind of dreams. Following is an account of the dream as it unfolded.
I'm living in an unknown city, but it's something like a cross between Chicago and Boston. The weather is pleasant, so it must be late summer or early spring. I've just acquired the most amazing apartment in a doorman-type building. The apartment is bigger than anything I've ever had or seen. The rooms seem to go on and on and I feel as though there are areas in the apartment that I haven't seen yet. Also, the unit is furnished with the previous tenant's stuff but I'm really into their tastes, lots of unique and antique pieces mixed together. There are wood floors throughout, many windows with park views, and at least two balconies. It has separate living and dining rooms, more than one bedroom, and long, wide halls.
My niece, Heather, comes for a visit and after showing her around the place, we decide to take a nap. We curl up rather close, practically spooning, on my bed which sits by a window. She falls into a deep sleep but I'm restless and stare out the window for awhile. I notice it has become very warm and get up to check the thermostat. It's been raised to 73 and I assume my niece raised it, but I lower it to 70.
I begin to wonder around the apartment, marveling at the array of furniture and space. I can't believe I live there. Suddenly, I hear a noise coming from the back stairs and head toward the kitchen. A group of 10-15 girls are coming up the stairs and come in my back door. I recognize my former neighbors Jennie and Aim as well as friends of Jennie's like Marf, Tina, and Summer. They're surprised to see me there because they thought the unit was vacant. They've come to have a party and continue to do so even though it is now my apartment. They set up, lay out food and drinks, and put on music. They fall into various conversation groups around the apartment. I walk around wondering at their tenacity and make sure they don't damage anything. After awhile, they decide to leave but don't bother to clean up after themselves. I watch them go out the door and feel relieved once the quiet has returned.
I place a call to my friend Christina and leave a message apologizing for not keeping in touch better. After I hang up, I begin to wonder around again and it dawns on me that I have no idea what the rent is, nor did I pay any security or first months rent. What's more, I'm not even sure I can afford the place.
