One would think…

…that now that we have a house, dreams of houses would be of the past, but not so!
This morning I dreamed that we moved into this house that had one room on the left end that was huge, where all the kids had full-size beds and plenty of room between them; the middle room where our bed… and someone else’s bed were. Between the beds was piled a bunch of stuff where we’d moved in and not unpacked. Much of the stuff in the room was not ours. And the end room, nearest the neighbor’s house, I never went into, but it had to have been a bathroom, I guess. The neighbor was someone I knew from the message board I’m on, but I can’t remember who. The next neighbor was my friend Kim in MI and her family. I remember being SO excited to be living next door to these two ladies! But it was about an hour away from where we lived, so Robby had to go a long way to work; and we had a long way to go to church. We went across the driveway to a little diner that was there, and a bunch of kids came in and we invited them to go to church with us that evening (Wednesday) even though we’d have to drive an hour to get there and wouldn’t get home until about 9:30.
It was weird.