In my dream I was visiting a house that had a hotel lobby in its living room, and strangers continually dropped by intruding into their lives, one long continual social interruption.
As I lay in bed after waking the vividness of the dream stayed with me, the two story lobby, the winding stairs, the owners trying to live life uninterrupted while being without walls to have privacy, struck me this is how many people live.
Their lack of being able to say no makes their lives an open pathway, where anyone can drop by and take up space in their worlds.
In the dream I sat and observed the whole scene, even the intruders were being intruded upon by new comers, layers and layers of lives overlapping each other, meshing together as one chaotic buzzing busy moment in time.
What a great metaphor for life.
If your life were a house, what kind would it be?
Who do you entertain and how?
Do you own or rent your life?
I M Perfect lady 