Architect Of My Dreams.

I've commented on my dreams before, but I had a particularly interesting dream this afternoon while napping that I'd like to share with everyone.

It was a windy and cool evening in an unknown city. I was inside a magnificent house the likes of which I'd never seen before. It was a fair sized Victorian house with rich coloured wood floors and banisters. The house itself was actually cylindrical with three quarters of it embedded into the hillside near it. This caused only the front of the house to be visible, as well as the top which was a large exposed glass dome. The glass was green and copper, aged and thick. This glass dome looked down into the attic space which was filled with various devices and knick-knacks that lay stacked on the floor or hung from the ceiling. Inside the house the living room which was in the center actually had a wide window that looked up into the master bedroom. When the lights in the bedroom were off the window just appeared to be a black bar at the top of the room.

We appeared to be having a Halloween party at the time, and the house was filled with friends from all over my life. Work, school, social friends all partied together. We were all dressed up, drinking mysterious liquors and dancing to an anonymous musician. Towards the end of the evening the light in the master bedroom was turned on, and while many of the guests had left the few of us that remained on turned our attention towards the wide and narrow window toward the ceiling. In it we saw one of the guests changing into another costume (a French maid costume, but orange and black instead of black and white). I must say I distinctly remember the semi-clad form of the guest changing from one costume to the next. What's really curious is it's someone I know, but harbor no real attraction for.

Anyways, she came downstairs and the party continued for a little while more. When the evening ended and we were all leaving I doubled back and climbed the hill that hid part of the house. Once on top of the hill I was able to walk out onto the glass ceiling that composed the top of the house and opened one of the windows and climbed in. Wanting a private moment with the "exhibitionist" I mentioned earlier, I felt it somehow mysterious and romantic to steal my way into the house, pour some wine and get a roaring fire going in the fireplace while they were in a different room.

At this point I woke up. I never did get to complete the dream, but I was warmed by the image I had created in my dream.

The part that should thoroughly bake your noodle is "who was the girl in the dream?"