Morning of December 2, 2013. Monday.
In my dream, there are two scenarios; the first one involving the refurbishing of an old wooden house in a rural area. It is quite higher up on stumps (high enough to freely walk around under) and I look closely at the underside of the floor, noting the way the floorboards appear. This unknown house, as with our house in real life, has very thin floorboards with “unlikely” gaps between them. I start to wonder about how it is possible to actually walk in the house, let alone have any sort of furniture anywhere in it. I notice areas where there are smaller clusters of thicker, harder pieces of wood stuck or nailed into the bottom, somewhat equidistant in a grid pattern across the underside of the house, apparently for a bit of extra support, with additional areas of some sort of resin sloping away from the sections. The main idea here is that there are two men who disagree about what to do with the house and I am supposedly there to help, but not sure what to do about their predicament. It seems they have equal say in its fate. One wants to fix it up a lot better by redoing parts of it; the other does not want to bother and just wants to add a bit of “patchwork” - which seems to mean that no one will be able to live in it, really, at least not in a normal or ongoing way. Meanwhile, a sort of (unknown) rural sheriff or game warden sits on a porch telling me about all the misadventures of the two men. He seems very cheerful, loud, and excited in his speech, repeating the highlights of their more recent misadventures and continuing redundant-in-theme encounters, and laughing as if sharing a great comedic yet predictable legend.
Later, I am with a few unknown people and we discover two young animals that are about the size of a large cat. I hold them the most. The first one; I tell someone that it is a baby bear. However, I then notice that it has long ears and see that it is actually an arctic hare. I correct my error and talk about what it actually is as I stroke the soft long ears. The other animal turns out to be a young arctic fox. It is beautiful within my dream. I pet it and stroke the bushy, soft tail. The two animals need a bit of care for now and we keep them close by. There is almost a mystical feeling as I enjoy the natural surroundings within my dream. The rendered detail of the setting is quite precise; emotionally soothing. The hare is almost completely pure white except for a bit of darker gray around the top of the ears and the fox is the same way, but with a bit of lighter gray in the end of its tail. They act in a very calm and passive manner instead of trying to run away.
