I basically knew what expect. I’ve done this before.
I’m always thrown off by the white noise machines, I forget they’re a part of this. I don’t use them in my daily life, so it’s always a bit jarring to my techie soul with the strong urge to adjust the volume slider and turn down the trim knob on a soundboard. But here, they’re welcomed.
I noticed the room was ordered, yet minimalistic when I walked in. Their decorating style was eclectic chic and it worked. The randomness was oddly calming. I couldn’t tell you what half the knick knacks were, their shapes too difficult to describe, yet their solid colors appeared to belong in the room. The large white oversized couch didn’t overwhelm the small room, but reminded me of my friend’s couch – the kind that you sink into, like a big hug. The corner room was lit by the sun with big floor to ceiling windows that reminded me of a boutique hotel I stayed at in Berlin. The room was surrounded by my two favorite trees: crepe myrtles and little gems – a dwarf version of the magnolia. A small secret garden of sorts, secluded by HIPPA and plants that don’t grow up north. A cup of tea and a good book would have been the icing on the cake, but that wasn’t on the menu today.
It was then I realized I saw this all in a dream awhile ago.
In some very rare instances, things I’ve dreamt have been played out on the stage of real life. It usually was about boys of the past and I can’t remember the last time this happened.
I’m where I’m suppose to be, I imagine.