The Beach House

Another dream about the beach house. I owned it, but I didn't live there. It was empty. I wanted to move in, but I couldn't. Not yet. The house that I did live in was haunted of course - it always is. It was creepy and uncomfortable. I wanted to walk to the beach house, just to look around and visit, but I didn't have time. The grass flats were beautiful.

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