Why I live in a Geodesic Dome – Part 2

As mentioned in Why I live in a Geodesic Dome Part 1, this is manifold response to a hierarchy of questions including “Why do I live on Whidbey Island?” .

I am blessed/tormented by frequent and incredibly vivid dreams when I sleep. As a child, sharing a bedroom with my older brother, I would often exasperate him in the morning by telling him all about my dreams, forgetting all about the task at hand of getting dressed for the day. Later in life, my wife who shows only slightly more patience as I report the previous nights dreams.

One particularly vivid dream occurred when I was in my thirties or forties and has stuck with me ever since.  In this brief dream, I was driving home along a small road that followed along a hillside. There were evergreen trees on either side and no development to see until I pulled into a lane that circled into a small community of houses. My house was the first one on the left but the others were scattered around the neighborhood, not close by.  There was nobody home I don’t think and when I went inside, it was bare of any furnishings. It was clearly waiting for our ultimate arrival.

In this dream home, the downstairs area had a kitchen (and other utility rooms) in the back but the whole front of the house was living room with lots of large windows.  The upstairs portion was really just a loft that overlooked the living room.

I knew that this was where Kathy and I would retire and I felt an intense feeling of relief and closure that this was the final destination of my life journey, a modern home in a rural location of few but friendly neighbors.  I knew that I was finally home after years of living in domiciles that fit other peoples images of “home” not mine and not by choice but by necessity.  I knew that the time was near when I could settle here, away from all of the stresses of the rest of the world, where I belonged.

This brief but memorable night dream was actually a collage of observations and sensations carefully gathered and curated up to that point in my life  It has been enhanced and reinforced as a daydream ever since.  Today, it manifests itself as an almost unbelievable reality every time I drive up Bearberry Lane on Whidbey Island and pull into the driveway to see our Geodesic dome.

-jgp