Cabin in the Woods Dream

For the record, I started a post the other day, but forgot to finish it. So I haven't entirely forgotten to post here, just haven't had much closure.

Last night I had another of my typical "Kim Dreams" ~ no obvious meaning, just bizarre.

I dreamed we had bought a cabin in the woods. It was a two-story cabin with a walk-out back (basement) towards the road and woods, and the upstairs where the dining room was had big windows looking out towards the front where there was, perhaps, a big field or lake (I think it was a lake)... There was a HUGE snowstorm/blizzard with high winds and astounding drifts. My friend Peggy (hi Peggy!) had said she was moving back to the Pacific Northwest (in my dream) because she missed snow, and I stared out the window towards where the lake would have been, only it was so snowy blowy hazy that you couldn't see the lake. It was more like an alien landscape of deep purple hazy sky filled with driving snow and Seuss-like snow drifts and thought, "Peggy should come to Michigan!" ... it was such a wild and unusual scene, and I remember thinking I had never seen anything like it in all my years in Michigan.

M children ran out to play in the snowy woods as the storm ended, but the drifts were so high and strangely sculpted that I was concerned there would be an avalanche. Buzz was climbing up the back of a steep cliff between huge trees, and sliding down the drift on the other side, and it seemed so unsafe. So I corralled the children inside, and we said goodbye to my sister and her husband who had been, apparently, visiting. They still had his Big Tall Truck, so they could drive out of the snowy wilderness.

I had planned to go out shopping, because I'd used up all the sugar in the cabin (we had just bought it and everything in it was from the previous owners) but remembered the local store closed at 8 pm. The Grand Lunar was outside waving good bye to my sister and her husband when an SUV drove up. He stepped back near the cabin, while I was inside, and we both watched to see who it was and why they were there.

It turned out to be relatives of the former owners who had planned to stay the night, not knowing it was sold. They had come a long way and simply came in, there was no turning them away. The woman had with her about twelve children, none of whom were her own children, they belonged to other relatives. They were all between 6 and 15 or so, and didn't seem to care at all that the cabin was sold, and just made themselves at home, demanding ice cream. The boys in the bunch were immensely demanding and rude, and I told them so. One boy, who looked to be about 12, rejected his bowl of ice cream as too small, and then was amazed and upset when I didn't give him more, just gave his bowl to someone else.

The lady with them seemed polite and somewhat apologetic, as if maybe she hadn't realized until that day that the children were poorly behaved. She tried to help by setting the table with these fancy dark dark brown table settings from a dark dark brown hutch. Full table settings, like you see in decorating magazines, with the several plates, too much silverware, too many glasses, etc ... The style of the fancy place settings was not me at all, and it was making it hard to finish the children's ice cream because the new fancy place settings were just in the way. But the girls in the bunch ended up being polite and helpful and washing dishes for us, so that there were enough spoons for everyone (except the particularly rude boy!) to have ice cream.

And then ... somewhere after the ice cream, I woke up.