Last night, as I was carrying boxes up the stairs to the room that will be my new home office, I realized something.
Months ago, in one of the dreams I've had about My Dad in which he's walking along with me and talking to me, I dreamed this house.
I hadn't seen this house and I hadn't been inside this house. I just had a dream that I was moving boxes from my car into a house I didn't recognize, and it was my house. I was carrying them up some stairs and I remember the walls were blue. Dad was walking with me, talking to me.
Last night I was carrying my stuff up the stairs to my new office. I bashed the wall by accident and put a slight dent and scratch in the blue paint. I looked at it and said "dammit!" And then I remembered the dream.
I dreamed this house. And Dad was there. He would have loved this house.
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