Last night I remembered another dream. The second one in a little over a week. This is very unusual for me, as I rarely remember any dreams at all, and mostly feel like I just don’t dream.
In this dream I am walking through a house that I remodeled extensively 15 or 20 years ago when I was an under the table contractor. I have always had a sense of both pride and guilt about that project. Pride in the quality of the work I did, and guilt about doing it without a building permit or inspections. There were a lot of major structural changes made to the house and I was still feeling some of this guilt in the dream.
In the dream, the house has been completely remodeled again, and I wonder why the owners had redone it so soon after I did it. The work is of the highest quality I have ever seen. I am walking through the house alone looking at the new work, and seeing the shapes of the old changes I had made and feeling a sense of awe at the beauty of the new work. I remember looking in particular at the exquisite quality of the joint between a tile hearth and hardwood floor. It obviously was incredibly painstaking to achieve both the beauty and functional strength of the joint.
The fireplace was very strange and different from the one that had been in the house when I remodeled it. It had several different types of fireboxes in it, each with a different function. I was confused by it. But the main firebox was just an old fashioned fire place with a raised hearth. The face of the fireplace was in the original old brick, not overly elaborate, but very nicely done with some decorative touches, and it went two stories up to a high vaulted ceiling. The whole face from the top of the firebox to the ceiling was darkened from old smoke, the way fireplace faces can sometimes get in very old houses. I remember wondering why the people who did this latest remodel didn’t clean the bricks before they did all the rest of the work on the house. And then I thought it just looked right that the face was like that. A touch of the old with the new. Some authenticity and a recognition of the age of the house.
That’s it. I woke up after that.
Pat
In this dream I am walking through a house that I remodeled extensively 15 or 20 years ago when I was an under the table contractor. I have always had a sense of both pride and guilt about that project. Pride in the quality of the work I did, and guilt about doing it without a building permit or inspections. There were a lot of major structural changes made to the house and I was still feeling some of this guilt in the dream.
In the dream, the house has been completely remodeled again, and I wonder why the owners had redone it so soon after I did it. The work is of the highest quality I have ever seen. I am walking through the house alone looking at the new work, and seeing the shapes of the old changes I had made and feeling a sense of awe at the beauty of the new work. I remember looking in particular at the exquisite quality of the joint between a tile hearth and hardwood floor. It obviously was incredibly painstaking to achieve both the beauty and functional strength of the joint.
The fireplace was very strange and different from the one that had been in the house when I remodeled it. It had several different types of fireboxes in it, each with a different function. I was confused by it. But the main firebox was just an old fashioned fire place with a raised hearth. The face of the fireplace was in the original old brick, not overly elaborate, but very nicely done with some decorative touches, and it went two stories up to a high vaulted ceiling. The whole face from the top of the firebox to the ceiling was darkened from old smoke, the way fireplace faces can sometimes get in very old houses. I remember wondering why the people who did this latest remodel didn’t clean the bricks before they did all the rest of the work on the house. And then I thought it just looked right that the face was like that. A touch of the old with the new. Some authenticity and a recognition of the age of the house.
That’s it. I woke up after that.
Pat