Sunday, March 21, 2010

this is what writing group weekends do for me

I woke up this morning from a detailed and wonderful dream in which I was in the barn, preparing for a huge thunderstorm that was on the horizon. The horses were refusing to come in, and I decided to take the opportunity to get stalls set up for their sojourn from the coming storm.

In the process, I stumbled onto the door of a storage room that we had (in the dream) never really gone into or attempted to clean out. It was filled with junk left behind by the previous owners. For some reason, even though a storm was coming, I was drawn to open the door and step inside. A sheet of tin fell forward as I walked through the doorway, and after heaving it out of my way, decided I may as well explore for a few minutes.

There was a lot of junk and not much room to walk. I spied at least three ironing boards with irons resting on top, mop buckets, and various tools and bins. I thought to myself that there could be treasure there, and the only way to find it would be to do a thorough clearing. Which I knew would have to wait, since I had to get back to the horses.

But before turning to leave the room, I realized there was an opening at the back that looked unusual. I struggled through the junk to get to it. It was an open doorway, which led to a huge barn kitchen. There was a beautiful sink, refrigerator, dishwasher, washer and dryer, and plenty of counter space, and I was in shock - the very idea that for five years I had wished for a barn kitchen and it had been right there all along!

Then I saw that the kitchen area led to yet more space: a large den/tack room which had sofas and a big TV for viewing video, and a smaller den which had a smaller TV which was actually turned on. I marveled as I discovered the TV was on a timer, and must have come on regularly for the past five years, set by the previous owner and left behind, and somehow we had never heard it.

There were windows in the smaller den, which overlooked the back field. The storm had moved by us, and the sun was shining, which meant I didn't need to get back to the stalls.

I turned back toward the kitchen and discovered a long hallway that stretched in the other direction, back toward our house. I followed the hall to find several beautiful bedrooms, nicely appointed, and I thought how wonderful it would be to tell my writing friend D. that she could have one of them, and that if I wanted, I could actually live in the barn!

Further along the hallway there was a small set of stairs that led to our house. A secret passageway from house to barn! I was elated and still stunned that all this had been right under our noses and we had never known it.

The next door down the hallway opened into a huge sunlit room with an indoor pool. The pool was full and clean and begging for swimmers. No wonder my husband had been complaining about high electricity bills! It wasn't the barn fans, or the lights we were leaving on. It was this entire wing of the house and barn, and the swimming pool pump!

At the end of the hallway was a big wooden door with a tremendous bolt. I wondered what might lie behind it, and why it would need such reinforcement. Curious, but not afraid, I opened it. It was a doorway to what was a combination of Weymouth (the place I go to for writing retreats) and the Biltmore Estate. I had my own private entrance to the best writing retreat in the world! And it was only a few strides down the hallway from my horses and donkeys and family - so easy to slip away and come back. I took a walk through the mansion to assure myself it was real, and then headed back to tell my entire family, as well as D., that I had found an absolute treasure - via the ignored and previously avoided junk room in our barn.

I doubt anyone needs me to interpret this dream. Give me a writing weekend, my creative family, good company, magical ponies,  the real magical ponies I live with, Corgis and cats, and a slight obsession with not being able to keep my house clean, and this is what happens.

Shove your way past the junk and what do you find: a secret paradise full of dreams come true.

14 comments:

jme said...

what a wonderful gift of a dream! i wish i could remember dreams like that :-)

i have to admit to secretly wishing that i could live in the barn - or at least have a passage leading directly there... how perfect would that be!

billie said...

j, I don't even wish it secretly - I have said many times if there were a way to connect barn to house, I'd have a living room that opened right into the barn itself. I can totally see this crew of equines hanging their heads in night and day.

Grey Horse Matters said...

What a wonderful and exciting dream. I can definitely see your herd hanging out and watching TV or looking over your shoulder while you write.

With any luck this isn't a dream it's a sort of premonition of things to come. There may be an architect in your future!

Rising Rainbow said...

Well, if you're going to dream, you might as well do it big. LOL

billie said...

Arlene, this architect will need a degree from Hogwart's to accomplish what was in my dream, but I'm totally open to it!

billie said...

MiKael, I agree - always have!

Michelle said...

Amazing post. I almost felt like you fell down rabbit hole (could it be my recent trip to the movies?)

billie said...

It was sort of like that, Michelle - I'm eager to see the movie too!

Michelle said...

I liked it, Billie. Of course I'm the kind of girl that likes to get lost in fantasy (and of course Johnny Depp didn't hurt anything either!)

CharlieHorse said...

I agree with all posts - and would like to add that I totally lost myself in your story and want MORE !!

billie said...

Michelle, my teens are both set to go this weekend and I'm hoping I can join them.

billie said...

Beth, I have always tended to have long, movie-like dreams. If I could figure out how to just send them straight from my brain to digital format, I'd be set. :)

Dawn said...

Great post! Even greater to hear about it firsthand...
I still think it may be indicative of a project that is coming up...

billie said...

book 3! you're right.