Interpretation

Last night, I had a dream that I had fallen asleep for seven years. Miraculously, when I awoke, neither I nor my husband had aged at all.

Anyway, while I slept, Davin had built a big, beautiful house. Parts of it were covered in floor-length windows, and we walked atop wood floors and through hallways lined in wood paneling. One of the bathrooms had very tall, very wide cabinets and multiple sinks. One of the drawers I opened was filled with all of my makeup, perfectly placed, and I'm sure, by then, quite expired.

I remember passing a large, see-through refrigerator (I would never have picked that out) stocked with condiments, milk and other necessities that each seemed just right for a giant. Even the wine was in large, several-gallon jugs. Very strange.

Another oddity: his stepmother had been staying there and I distinctly recall urging Davin to make her leave, now that I was back.

He had put everything of mine away in one corner of the house -- where I guess I had been kept -- from the drinking glasses we had once used to my shoes.

I remember feeling very sad that my husband had been without me all that time, and grateful that he waited. When I awoke from the dream, my heart still hurt and I reached over and clung to him until the alarm went off.

I've been wrestling all day with the meaning of this dream. I rarely have ones this vivid or this peculiar. Maybe I'm just anxious to start first-house hunting, an exciting adventure we'll be embarking upon in the next month or so.

Hmmmmm...