I dreamt that I was walking up the hillside.
We were visiting this old dudes house. Not that old, hair distinctively grayed - that kind of old - and wandering through his hillside garden.
It seemed to slope into infinity.
The air was hazy and you couldn't see the end of the hillside for all the clouds, but the greenery was lush and the hedges, trees and various garden monuments and decorations were plentiful. It was the kind of garden you'd imagine seeing by a larger castle, but this was just the one man.
He dabbled in natural remedies I think, and was cooking up some kind of concoction in a large cauldron on the lawn, and a boiler beside it, and some smaller pot or similar.
It was boiling ferociously the bubbles a constant stream as if someone was in each cauldron/kettle/container breathing our air beneath the surface with never-emptying lungs.
It was something for us. I asked about it. Not sure now.
And regarding who the 'us' was I'm not sure about that either. I was walking around and the rest weren't anywhere to be seen, as far as I can remember...
Soon after we were walking through the house though - corridors paneled in dark, polished wood - and plenty of people were sitting on benches along the walls here.
It felt like a museum, with glassed-in displays of various figures the man had done.
I looked into a little room curiously, full of wooden sculptures and other artistry that followed the walls, and then walked around a corner and... that's all I remember of that particular part of the dream.
Moments earlier I was climbing in around in a sunny, dusty attic, and doing I can no longer recall what... but I wasn't a kid. I felt at home anyway. I think I was just exploring. The sunlight hazily falling in and warming.
Moments before that I was in the car, and I think good buddy Andreas was along for the ride, though not sure where we were going. Maybe to Övermorjärv. Maybe inspired by this one beautiful house I caught a glimpse of yesterday, looking to potential places to move.
It turned out to be way beyond my budget though. A nice place by a lake... renovated for 2,500,000 SEK the last few years. O_O
Alrighty then, I don't think I'll be leaving a bid on that...
But it was a - I think - pretty good dream. Hazy albeit the memory now may be.
I'm writing this more for purpose of practice and relaxation than recollection really. Thinking maybe I'd pick up a few more details as I write. Thinking if I just get into the writing I'll feel better about myself today, too. It worked, somewhat.
Now time to jump into some other more overdue dues...