I dreamed that I saw a house for sale. I called the realtor and drove to see her.
We drove to the realtor’s office who listed the house. When we got there, there was a long line to go meet, but not everyone was meeting our person.
We walked up the stairs, and we were separated into groups by who we were seeing.
The next thing that I know, I am to pick out colors for the fireplace mantle for the master bedroom. It was huge. We had walked to this outdoor area where there were all kinds of samples of interiors. I couldnt see them from the rope that kept people back. But, my dude went right up to them, so I followed him, and he showed me the options. We went right up to them where we could actually see. He recommended a white-ish color, but I told him that our bedroom furniture was cherry and thought that they should match for some reason. I looked at the various options. Then, I thought Oak. I couldnt decide. I wished that Laura were there.
He then wanted to start charging me because my 20 minutes was up. That’s all the time that I was allowed.
I was thinking that his recommendation of white was probably the best choice.