Had a dream last night. Dreamt I was in a house I knew in the dream as my house. Primary residence, etc.
The house seemed very familiar and definitely felt like home. A small house.
At some point, I started wondering about the upstairs. Which apparently it was like discovering for the first time my house HAD an upstairs. But more like I knew in the back of my head about it and just forgot or hadn’t thought of the upstairs in a very long time.
I found my way upstairs, and the upstairs was somehow way larger than the ground floor. Like at least 5x or 10x as big. And I kept exploring the different rooms. Found a bathroom and got giddy “I have another bathroom! I can shit in peace!”
At one point, I decided to #2 (lol) and realized the bathroom door won’t shut. So I’m sitting there doing my business, and the door won’t shut, and at one point I realize the door is suddenly like a sliding privacy curtain, but only shuts like 5 inches.
And suddenly there are people in the adjoining room, sorta like a dining room. They’re having a dinner party, and keep glancing at me, half-disgusted, and half-laughing, at seeing me shit in my bathroom.
The remainder of the dream is realizing that upstairs is largely in a state of disarray, “There’s a lotta work I gotta do up here to make this place liveable!”