I didn’t have any strange dreams last night, so I thought I might share the story of and older one with you.
This dream started off in an unusual version of my house, which for some reason had three storeys (floors, levels, “A complete horizontal division of a building, constituting the area between two adjacent levels” depending on which part of the world you are from). The bottom storey was a basement.
On this particular day, we (mum, me) decided to walk to Civic, so we went down to the basement and walked through a tunnel, the tunnel ended in the food court on the lower level of the Canberra Centre, we then proceeded to walk upstair to the roof of the Canberra Centre where Floriade was being held, the flowers on the glass atrium were quite spectacular.
There we have yet another strange dream…and there are plenty more where that came from.
I might just clear up one thing here…for some reason I have always referred to the levels in a house as being “storeys” (eg. “A three storey house”), and I have always referred to levels in a commercial (or other non-residential) building as being a “level” (eg. “It’s has three levels”). On occasion regardless of building type, and usually when giving directions, I refer to them as “floors” (eg. Go to the top floor and turn right). That probably just made things more confusing…