A Winter Hill Commune

I’ve spoken of my reoccurring dream exploits, have I not? Yes, yez, I have. When this particular nocturnal illusion series began, just after we’d all moved from East Cambridge to Valhalla (AKA Hough’s Neck), I was always alone. Alone and booted back to living in some nasty ass Allston/Brighton student crib. The apartments were always battered, dilapidated, roach-ridden (just like in real life!), devoid of furniture and chock full of wholly incompatible, cretinous roommates.

Yeah, these were nightmares.

Over time though The Amazing Bob began appearing and the series evolved into interesting, often happy adventures. In one, we were back in Brighton but it was now a molto hip place to be. The neighborhood was filled with galleries, coffee joints and decent, large apartments. Yeah, there were students but there was an equal amount of non-transients.

Evolution continued as Jen and Oni joined the dreams-time relocations. We found digs in Arlington, a suburb next door to Cambridge and, most recently, the Hell’s Kitchen section of New York.

Last night’s sleepy time phantasm found us living back in town but this time we’d scored a big ol’ triple decker in the Winter Hill section of Somerville.

Why Winter Hill? Got me hangin’.
When we were looking to shift our status from renters to owners we looked at a few duplexes in the neighborhood. Nothing was quite right though. That is, nothing in our price range was, ya know, something so right for us.

Last night in Dreamsville though, we scored a gorgeous, HUGE triple on a tree lined street at the top of the Hill. We were sitting in the first floor apartment’s kitchen, sorting out who would live in which apartment when my sister Celeste and her husband Michael walked in. They were moving in too. Julie and Rick arrived next. More friends came through the door and they kept coming too.

We were all going to share the house -- there was room for everyone and none of us would feel crowded.

Just before I woke, I went into strategy mode. From a logistics view, how could this commune work best? We’d create a central kitchen, a computer room, a big living room with soft couches and big overstuffed armchairs.

This would be awesome!

Yeah, this chapter book of dreams has grown up and far beyond the scary, anxiety packed, loner shadows of yore.