Most beautiful dream

Last night was the most beautiful dream I have ever had. 

A lovely house with gardens and an atrium. Wood everywhere and large bay windows.

Dave, Crysta and I had bought it together. It was $800,000.

The kitchen had lots of room to bake and cook with cutting and dough boards.

There was a room for Dave's radios and a barn for tools and snow mobiles and other winter gear.

We bought it without looking at all the rooms and every turn was a new magical surprise. I think Faith was there too because I remember her looking for a room for me to make  sure it had built in book shelves.

The previous owners antiques were still in the house. We all had a conversation about wondering if they were going to clean them out but we were ok if they didn't!

After I woke up I kept squinting my eyes, trying desperately to go back to that nagical place.