Dream Room

Blog No. 74: Dream Room

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I never imagined my dream house. It might contain the basics plus a hot tub, a tennis court, an ocean view, a pool/lagoon, and a helicopter pad. The normal luxuries of a house.

However, I would have these dreams where I'm already in the house, but all I remember is the spacious and unique room. I shall describe it here.

First of all, it's circular. Always circular, as if the room fits a floor inside a castle pillar. It could be more oval than round, but either way it did not have four corners. I still defined it by sides because I would have many things up on the walls.

One side changes with the season. When I travel, I would want to go someplace with a view, like on top of a hill on the Italian peninsula looking over the ocean or on top of a mountain looking over the Asian landscape. Whatever landscape I choose, I would paint it up on the wall, then change its color and weather depending on its season so I can feel I'm living there. The sky would sploosh from that wall to the cieling. It would somewhat be related to the Thomas Kinkade affect too, where the amount of light changes the time of day on the painting as well.

Of course, for that to happen, I would need a window on the ceiling to make that affect. The window would be small and would be more positioned to that side of the room. It usually had that vertical and horizontal bar in it, like rectangular windows, only where the two bars would meet, there was a circular bar, making a smaller window within the window. The rest of the cieling would have a gradient affect. From the wall with the landscape, the cieling is sky blue, to the opposite wall, where the cieling is a dark night with a starry sky.

There would also be room for at least a two person desk on that wall, one side for the computer, and the other for artwork. The desk would hug the wall instead of blocking it with its corners. The wood was a dark wood and the support had black metal beams.

Another side of the wall, the opposite of the landscape wall, would have a gallery space. I would hang framed artwork, regardless of who drew them, as well as two eisels at either end, where the unfinished sketches await for me. I would never know the color of that wall because it is usually jampacked with stuff on it. On the floor of the gallery wall, I would store musical instruments on stands. There would be a saxaphone family, next to a clarinet family, next to a flute family, then a violin, cello, and guitar, all of which would be of different colors. My favorite in these dreams was the soprano sax, which was a shiny burgundy red with golden keys. I would play these on the window seat, onlooking whatever scenery was outside.

To the right of the gallery wall was the window wall. It's a semi giant window that ran circular along with the walls of the room. There would be drapes, not along the window, but cornering the window as if to seperate the window wall as a seperate room. The drapes had vines and greenery on it. They would usually be open, regardless. Inside the drapes there were two tall book shelves filled with novels and such and a couple of fiction inspired book ends, like one set had the cheshire cat, the white rabbit, and Alice. Just below the window was the window seat that acted as a comfortable couch/storage of paper work.

There is usually a lot of paper in this room. Odd.

The floor has a circular indent, more closer to the window wall. You take the three steps down and you'll see a plasma TV with a couple of game systems, a DVD player, and a surround speaker system that hung on the would be four corners of the room and stood on the adjacent four corners of the indent. The TV faces away from the door, I presume to invite people in to see what I would be watching.

Walking across the room from the window wall, without tripping into the indent and breaking my TV, was the entrance. The door was a foresty green, and the wall around it was a gradient of purple, lighter on the left where the wall turned into a mural, and darker on the right where some of the black and white photos stood out. I would not be lying about the foresty green, seeing as there would be a picture of tree trunks and branches on the door. There was a little sliding door on the window that I could open and see who is there and have a conversation with them without inviting them in. Then the door could open in half as well for almost the same purpose. There would even be a welcome mat

Right next to the door, there would be a night stand, to hold whatever I had in my pockets and to charge any small electronics I would have, and a couple more shelves, for DVDs and games and more statuette bookends.

Behind the door, I had, not a walk in closet, but a pull-out closet. All of my clothes and whatnot would be on racks. Whenever I choose an outfit, I simply open a door, pull out the rack, and find whatever I was looking for. The racks were two sided, meaning on one side of the pole there would be casual clothes, and the other would have formal attire and shoes and ties.

I don't have a bed. I have a pillowed window seat and a couch that would also hug the indent in the floor. Both a shade of green that matched the carpeting, the carpeting made to look like grass. Both equally comfortable. But I do have a large and comfortable checkerboard patterned blanket. Good enough right?~~~

Well that was my imaginary room. You guys should *tweetup* over here sometime, if only I knew people who were on "twitter."

Toodles. XP

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