I dream of fruit larger than houses. Last time, it was a watermelon. A giant, square watermelon. They brought it on the back of a lorry, and unloaded it in our field. Then they asked us what we wanted. How many rooms? A bathroom? Where do you want the kitchen? What about windows? Then they set to work, cutting the flesh of the fruit with kitchen knives until they have formed each room, doorway and window. Then the plasterers come; then the decorators. Job done.
I have been having these dreams for a while now; each time with a different fruit.
Healthy Living, I suppose.