When we were casually looking for a new home, I had this recurring dream weekly for well over a year. It was so intense I actually drew a photo of the home and the area. Here is what I dreamed: We were driving up a hill when I saw an older farm house. As we pulled in the driveway I noticed a series of high tension towers in the field to the right of the house. We entered the house thru a cellar door in the basement. There was an old piano down there. Next I was climbing a large set of stairs, 6 steps up to a landing, turn and 6 steps up to the next floor. On the landing was a set of old heavy dingy drapes. Floor to ceiling two stories high. I grabbed the opening in the middle and threw the drapes open. It was a huge beautiful window looking out over a beautiful landscape. I gasp every time I saw this. I remember saying, “these drapes have to come down.” Suddenly we are in the yard, there is a door in the side of the hill. I’m puzzled and open the door to check it out. There is a set of stairs, it isn’t logical, but my son rushes ahead of me up the stairs. At the top he turns and proclaims, “This is my room!” Just then a presence swoops down the stairs in a cold mist and goes right thru my body. I close my eyes and smile, trying to hold on to this feeling, trying to identify the presence. Back to reality, we climb a long hilly driveway to an Open House. As we enter the home through a doorway into the lower level we must go up a stairway, 6 steps to a landing and 6 steps into the living area of the home. As I turn the corner in the living room there is the window 12’ long floor to ceiling overlooking a beautiful landscape. I gasp just like in my dream. We step outside and there, just as in the dream, is a doorway in the hill. We didn’t need to even discuss it, this was our house and we bought it. You ask about the farmhouse with the piano and the high tension wires that I drew a picture of, well that was next door.
