Maybe it’s because my birthday is coming up and fast. Maybe it’s because the market is supposedly in decline. But the fact remains that lately all my dreams have all been about real estate.
There’s the one I’ve told you about—where I open the door to a closet and find a whole other room that I never knew was there—or did know but just forgot about it somehow. There’s the one where I own a mansion and every interior design fantasy I’ve ever had is realized. The leopard room. The spare bedroom with a double whirlpool tub opposite the bed. The meditation room. The one made entirely of crochet and filled with brightly colored hammocks swinging this way and that. Call us now.
Dreams are funny. Like I know how to or even like crochet.