I have this reoccurring dream

I am in an old victorian mansion with many rooms and I peek into them and climb the stairs to more and more rooms...

and each room is filled with all kinds of treasure, paintings and jewelry and wonderful whimsical antiques and I am so enamored with them, and I try to collect some of them to buy and to take with me , but then abandon the idea as soon as I realize that I cannot decide....too many wonderful things to decide. 

..and then upon awaking I realize that all the things in my dream...I have never seen before, and I wondered if I created them all

with my own mind

and this fascinates me more, than all the things...


-C

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