Today's one of those days where I have clumps of ideas sticking to me, and it's particularly nice because there's no shortage of creativity to come. I slept unusually early and had a particularly intense dream last night, involving:

 
I found myself taking ownership of my own house. Or, it was not just mine, but my mother and little brother were also living within. It was nothing atypical, a pretty solid, "normal" house. Lots of stairs, I do remember that. It felt almost like a hotel, and the bathrooms were really nice: lots of marble. I even recall some of the black-veined variety.

And, having waited several hours, the intensity of what I remember has faded: given such transience, next time I should be more rapid in recollecting my memories.

I remember: my bro on a big drawing board, perhaps sketching, perhaps making some sort of neat architectural plans (how unlike him), but I didn't see his etchings; I saw my mom in the kitchen making food, and she looked younger; I felt pretty carefree and explored the house, walking up and down the floors many times. I also recall a strong scent of coffee.

This was a pretty nice house—bigger than house white. It also had wood that was varnished pretty luxuriously. It looked glossy, glazed… for some reason I kept thinking "donut wood". If I had to nail a particular actual style I've seen onto it, it'd be like an alpine cabin, but more vertical.

In some respects, it wasn't unlike the Overlook Hotel from The Shining, if taller than wide.