I had the most amazing and vivid dream last night… actually it was just before morning. I dreamed that I woke up in my old house, the one I grew up in in Houston Texas. I new I wasn’t really there, but It felt real.. so I got up.. and walked around.. I spent about an hour (or so it felt) walking around looking at all of our old stuff. went to each room  and looked at everything: furniture, knickknacks, books. I went through the closets, looked under the beds.. went through the garage..  .. Picked up the phones.. everythign was just as I remember it from the last time I was there which about 10 years ago before my folks move to Massachusetts.   I don’t kow what I was actually doing in the dream.. I didn’t feel as though I was looking for anything.. I felt no strong sense of urgency.. I didn’t even have any strong emotions looking at the stuff.. just a comfy feeling of the familiar..   I thien really woke up and found myself in my own home ..

which I must say also gives me a feeling of comfy familiar..

nite all , nite sam

-me