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Dreams

01.19.04 (9:15 am) [edit]

Imagine taking a bag of sugar cubes and spilling them out onto a table. That is what a traditional Andaluz village looks like; An organised chaos of white boxes.

The ground floor of most houses was (and sometimes still is) kept for the mules, and people would build a room at a time, buying and selling space as finances dictated. The outcome of this is that houses creep upwards and sideways, over neighbouring houses. Wills are a new concept here. Until now it was law that, at death, your property was portioned off and each family member was given a certain percentage depending on where they come in the pecking order...Wife/husband, sons then daughters. Each person can then sell off their room(s) should they want to. It's a red tape nightmare, and makes for some interesting living situations. (A friend of our's recently bought a house, and also got a room in another house across the road in the bargain. Another friend has a house whose roof belongs to the local baker. He has legal access to use the roof terrace, and in the summer uses his right to pass through our friend's house to sit on his terrace.)

Although we have all the papers to show our house is OK in this respect, I keep dreaming that somebody turns up and lays claim to part of the house. The dream always ends in one of two ways;
1, We all live together. HUH?
2, I open the situation in "Photoshop" and erase the intruder from the picture. (Usually laughing hysterically as I do it)

[b]I think I might be going mad.[/b]

posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 01.19.04 (9:58 am)

Well at least if it works out that way and you and your guy have to live with someone who owns part of the house with you, you can always tell him/her, "You are the man/woman of my dreams" ;) -tik

posted by: Andaloo (reply)
post date: 01.19.04 (10:30 am)

Reply to: lynne
*Laughing* Ohhhhh you're sharp!

posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 01.19.04 (10:56 am)

My Dad always used to say that the day you stop questioning your sanity is the day you're no longer sane (or you're just dead). Either way, you're alive AND sane, according to Daddy.

posted by: jazzmoonie (reply)
post date: 01.19.04 (11:00 am)

I can think of a whole lot of situations I would like to treat that way in photoshop...you could have a therapy concept there. Want to market it with me?

posted by: Andaloo (reply)
post date: 01.19.04 (11:04 am)

Reply to: jazzmoonie
Oh Jazz, not sure about marketing it but would love treatment!

posted by: SusanofPudlin (reply)
post date: 01.19.04 (1:55 pm)

How fascinating! As you know, I deal with similar issues here every day. That is wild! Wait till I tell boss dude about it.

posted by: Lizzy (reply)
post date: 01.20.04 (1:05 pm)

Quite interesting indeed! (*silently laughing at dangerkitty's comment*)

posted by: Andaloo (reply)
post date: 01.20.04 (1:11 pm)

Reply to: Lizzy & DangerKitty

Ah, those Dads know best. *wink*