You know when you're a kid and you design your own 'dream house' - 'and here's the slide, and in this room is a zoo, and this room has a hundred video games in it'?
Last night's dream was just like that. I was invited into a house as a guest. At the beginning we - a handful of lucky guests - were invited to go through and try to find the most valuable item in the house. People were running around with Faberge eggs and diamond necklaces.
As I went hunting through the rooms I saw that every room was full of things to delight me. Music that particularly resonated with me. Merchandise that reminded me of my childhood. Language books; huge, enviable box sets of them. As I explored the house more I found the house had its own private fast food restaurant, its own private bookstore… I felt that the owners of the house had filled their rooms with me in mind, knowing I would be coming and wanting to tailor them just to please me.
In my Father's house are many rooms… ha ha ha.