Okay, last night I had the most incredible dream about a mansion beautifully decorated for Christmas, and upstairs there were a lot of people busily working on something like a Christmas pageant, a play or movie, and they were working very hard, using all their talents to make this production magnificent, there were fancy Renaissance costumes, flowers, jewels, gold, silver, snowflakes, Christmas trees, candy canes, ginger bread men, birds, doves, fairies, ballerinas, it might have been 'The Nutcracker", or the "Twelve Days of Christmas, beautiful costumes and backgrounds, deer, rabbits, owls, and old fashion St. Nicholas, angels, beautiful Mary with baby Jesus, Jesus the little King of Christmas, shepherds, wise men, horses, elves, children all excited about the magic of Christmas. My favorite color, pink, was used in abundance, although it is not a Christmas color. There was also sky blue, purple and lavender.
Anyway I was looking around in awe at all this beautiful stuff, then this lady came up to me and asked me if I was working there, did I have a job, what was my job. I onfessed to her that I did not have a job there, I was just looking at all the beautiful stuff.
Then she said they did not have room or time for onlookers, if I was not working there I had to leave. She said I should look on the local TV commercials for when the movie or musical would be ready.
Heres something else weird. The floor in the building was made of wood boards, they felt thin and fragile, like they would break underneath us and we would fall down. I know this place was upstairs. I walked down the stairs back to the first floor.
In the first floor I thought the house belonged either to my high school friend Sheila or my Aunt Hazel. The house had more Christmas themed, red and green, decorations, there was a Christmas tree with red ribbons embroidered in gold, a mirror with red ribbons, some holly and stockings. So I went through the first floor where they had more Christmas-like decorations.
Anyway I was looking around in awe at all this beautiful stuff, then this lady came up to me and asked me if I was working there, did I have a job, what was my job. I onfessed to her that I did not have a job there, I was just looking at all the beautiful stuff.
Then she said they did not have room or time for onlookers, if I was not working there I had to leave. She said I should look on the local TV commercials for when the movie or musical would be ready.
Heres something else weird. The floor in the building was made of wood boards, they felt thin and fragile, like they would break underneath us and we would fall down. I know this place was upstairs. I walked down the stairs back to the first floor.
In the first floor I thought the house belonged either to my high school friend Sheila or my Aunt Hazel. The house had more Christmas themed, red and green, decorations, there was a Christmas tree with red ribbons embroidered in gold, a mirror with red ribbons, some holly and stockings. So I went through the first floor where they had more Christmas-like decorations.
