@thestrangequark, those are some vivid dreams and great interpretations.
I had a dream on Friday/Saturday night that involved being in a
big house, which is a common recurring theme I have. It all started with actor David Duchovny. He was in an office, possibly seeing a psychiatrist for an appointment. I couldn't help thinking how attractive and sexy he was.
When I got out of that office, I was in a huge house with an open floor plan. This wasn't a new house; I could tell by the furniture and interior structure that it was between 40 to 60 years old, but it was enormous. The whole area was very wide and spacious. I walked down an aisle and saw an old acquaintance of mine from the old country lying in a full-size bed to my left, and adjacent to the sleeping area to my right was an open kitchen, where appliances, cookware, and dinnerware could be seen. It was a walk-through kitchen, having only two walls on both ends so that people could go in and out as they pleased. There were a number of bedrooms too on this level, with the doors closed.
At the end of this aisle, there was a large wooden table similar to ones I've seen in Chinese restaurants. Several chairs were set around the table. Against the wall with a wooden panel, there was a counter with a sign that read something like "Finger Puppet Show." I thought perhaps the former occupants used the area as a dining and entertainment room. However, there were several other tables and chairs of different styles in the room, so it was hard to pinpoint which was the dining room.
One of the aisles on the other side of the kitchen led to a door with a spiral stairwell up to three levels up. There were people in the stairwell playing a couple of musical instruments, like an electronic keyboard, and they commented on how perfect the acoustics were in the surrounding area.
This house was so big that a part of the property was built above a tunnel road and encompassed the other side, which was a vacant lot with horse stables. The back of the house faced a beautiful coast. I recall telling my dad that he could spend his mornings strolling along the coast, but there didn't seem to be any walking trails. When I opened a door in front of the house, let's say the garage, I could see through a long corridor leading all the way to the backyard with a view of the ocean. I would move on to another corridor with another doorway at the end with the same view of the water. At this point, I began to realize the house was a former commercial building of sorts that had been converted into a modern home. There was an old sign outside, parts of which were written in Latin, stating that the house had been a hotel or hospital.
