New House. Again.

Once again I was dreaming about moving to my own house. And once again I prove that I should probably not be allowed to house hunt. >>;

In this instance, the house seemed to be on the ground floor in the middle of Glasgow City Centre. It looked like, from my view within the building, that it was somewhere near the Sauchihall pedestrians' precinct. The entranceway was more like that of a shop, the entire wall and door made of glass and making it very easy to see what was inside. In this case, it was the bathroom, which, even in the dream, I felt was a really stupid idea.

Of course somehow I still decided the house was still worth taking, lack of bathroom privacy or non...

The bathroom itself was rather spacious, with pine linoleum flooring and a really, really big bath at one side. I don't recall any other furniture in there, though. It was also very light, possibly thanks to the window/wall entrance.

Exploring a little further inside the house, I found that, despite being on the ground floor, there was a downward stairway somewhere down the back of the hallway. It was dark and kind of dingy looking, the stairs were dark grey and looking worn from years of use, and the walls were really dark green. It led to a nondescript door that had a large window above it, letting in a lot less light than a window probably should ( especially given the one in the bathroom... ).

The door was unlocked, so I opened it and peered out to the other side. It seemed to lead to a basic veranda, with blue painted railings. It was also noticeably high up, like I was standing somewhere in the middle of a high rise flat. From the colour of the sky, it seemed to be around dusk, and in the distance, little orange lights began to dot the scenery as streetlights were being switched on.

I stayed there for a while, just watching the horizon from my vantage point. I'm not sure when he appeared, but at some point, an old man decided to join me, and we had a long conversation about... well, I can't actually remember anything of it, I admit, but we seemed to be pretty involved in it, whatever it was. I also noticed around then that every so often, the building would sway a little, which was a bit disconcerting. I'm sure we probably discussed this, but, again, I don't remember.

I went back inside after a bit, up into the hallway. On the ground, beside the door leading to the bathroom, I saw the sorriest looking little dog I've ever seen. It looked like a Yorkshire terrier, but had lost most of its fur. It was curled up by the door, shivering and looking scared. I decided to pet it, and try to calm it down, which seemed to work a bit, as it stopped shaking. The old man was still there, and said that it was his dog, and I shouldn't worry as that was normal behaviour for it.

I clearly remember him saying its name was Collywobble.

The dream seemed to shift at that point, and I was in another room of the house. Now my mother was here, and we were exploring these barrels that were lined up against a wall. The room itself was very large, almost like a warehouse in size. It was also apparently night time, now.

I don't remember much about this part, past the word Collywoggle was used a few more times, and I think there was a duck involved somewhere.

The dream then changed to me being on the bus home. It was coming up to a set of lights that I usually use as a landmark to remind myself that the stop is soon. I got up and stood by the entrance, and the bus moved on, over a railway bridge. About halfway across the bridge, everything suddenly stopped, and the bus dropped silently into a pure black pit.

This segment repeated itself two or three times before the bus reached the stop and I got off, thoroughly confused about just what the heck happened.

I think I woke up not long after this part.

Thoughts and Observations

... my dream self is just not very good at this. XD
The swaying building part was actually kind of creepy, if I remember right. Just standing there, then suddenly that sensation you get when an elevator moves, only it was side to side, instead of up and down.

I wish I could remember conversations more often in dreams. Usually they lead to all sorts of interesting subjects, but once I wake up, it's generally all gone, save for a few random bits here and there. I wonder if there is a way to practice getting better at that. Hmm...

Collywobble is a funny word. XD

The bus part might have been scary if it stayed in the pit, instead of retrying a few times before finally succeeding and reaching its stop. As it was, it was merely a 'what the heck was that o_O' moment. No-one else on the vehicle seemed remotely bothered. Not even the driver. XD