so dreaming it is…

Sooooo…dreaming it is…
I have always dreamed about living in the wild. Due to some strange circumstances, I seem to be quite close to this dream, perhaps even too close. And so, my dream home is the one I live in at present actually. But… it is in a different world; a world in which people don’t have to work to make a living but rather live in order to work on themselves.
I reach my house via a dirt road. I don’t have neighbors throughout most of the year. Some people stay at the nearby houses for the summer but I perceive them as tourists. The only people who live on that street is us and the man with the goats whose name is still unknown. So far so good…I am not too much of a people’s person anyway, however, sometimes late at night, when there is a storm, the thought that there really is nobody around haunts me… So in this line of thought, I am going to need a troll. Trolls are made of stone and they are not really mobile so mine will be a focal point in the garden. And since it is made of stone, no harm could come to it, so it will always be available for our protection. Hence, we will never need a fence or a security system installed. Whenever it is not busy staying on guard and it feels bored, it can chop up wood for the fireplace. And we are going to send it to collect the wood from the forest while taking the dog for a walk at the same time.

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