disconnection

In a peculiar dream, I met a talking house named Harold. It had spent years hosting families but had never interacted with them. Harold shared stories of past occupants, expressing curiosity about the changing world. We conversed, with Harold offering wisdom and empathy. The dream left me grateful for its companionship, reminding me of the power of connection, even in unconventional circumstances. Meeting Harold, the chatty, anthropomorphic home, was a delightful and enlightening experience.