In reality, I live in a very old house, in an aging neighborhood. It was the house of my grand parents, and I admit it is very far from being in mint condition. Financially speaking, my family and I are ok, but major expenses can leave me "crippled". It is then fitting that I perhaps dream of a nice house...

Dream Knowledge implied that my family has sold the old house and enabled us to buy a new one in this high(er)-end subdivision. Upon entry at the secured gates, we turn right at the first corner, go past two empty (but large -- 700 square meters or more) lots to our right, and we come upon the new house.

Outside, it was colored white. Narrow. Had two gates connecting the driveway -- vehicles come in one and out the other. A porch was over the main door, lots of plants on the side.

Inside was nothing like the outside -- everything was in pink and peach marble, while pillars supporting the lofts and window frames were in red marble. All was warm and happy. My father, brother and grandmother were moving boxes, happy in our new home. A little hint of sadness was in the air as, of course, the house that was sold had a lot of memories with it. The size seemed a lot bigger, wider and I couldn't even see the other end of the mansion! Sunlight was streaming through the windows -- very breathtaking.

I went up to the second floor, and found my latest heartbreaker, Puppy II, playing the computer on the balcony. He was playing one of my favorite strategy games Battle Realms. I told him how I enjoyed watching my youngest brother play that game and how I'd help him come up with strategies to finish a level. He then got up, got a blue jacket on and went out the door, all in silence.

Still feeling high and happy, I wanted to celebrate our moving in our new house. I called up some old friends from my first college, and texted the others, telling them to drop by for a few drinks. I was looking out from the balcony when I did so, gauging the time as about sundown. I gave directions to the last person I called.

I went back downstairs and asked my Dad how much would it cost me to order 25 cases or 625 bottles of beer. He said that I shouldn't need that much, so I could just order for 25 bottles. He also told me to order a few extra bottles as my Grandma wanted a taste.

For the record, my grandmother doesn't drink beer. She likes her red and whites. ^_^

Evening came, and my friends & I were back on the balcony, drinking and making merry. ^_^

Labels: balcony, family, friends, house, red, white, xx