StephL

These are the two dreams from last before last night - Sylvester was properly partied in real-life - so I only have fragments from last night.
Unfortunately do I write out the following dreams only now - there was more about them - anyway - they still belong into the competition - so here are their skeletons:

Dream one:

First there was a text, written by my father, which I had to publicly read - and I wanted to slip out of that somehow - not liking it.
I did read it though - and now forgot, how that went.
Later I had Goethe for a visitor - made him tea, that I remember - and he wrote something for me.
A short story. And I didn't like it either.
But it was dedicated to me - and my father put it into a frame (just one page) and hung it on the wall.
I remember being happy not to have to read that publicly as well.

Dream two:

My favourite dream-house - our old one - and I had separated a two-room-flat from it - freshly renovated.
It was supposedly hindering my mother selling the house - me living there and the flat freshly built.
Yepp - it was partly built onto the house in some way - at attic hight.
With a beautiful mosaic floor.
And I had a sight towards a roof gable of another house, which had united with a tree - and a sentient tree at that - a mixture of gable and fairy-tale tree-face.
We talked - but I forgot about what.
There was also an estate agent wanting to sell the house, who complained about me having left the heating on - I told him that I live there now, and he can't sell the house - he agreed and left.

Sorry for the jumble - but this "time between the years" - x-mas to now - is not exactly well suited for dreaming-activities in my case - too much tohuwabohu going on.