the hutch by the door.....

ok, so i was just about everywhere in my dream sequence last evening......in my grandmother crown's house...watching people trying to get a tractor started in the barnyard....and chatting with my grandmother at the second front door...the one in the kitchen...whereupon an oak hutch that was actually in my parents house was by the door and in it were a series of open purses...including a red one......this vision brings a chuckle all its own,....as i am certain my grandmother was of the one-purse-at-a-time genre....and she certainly never had a red one....and she would have called it her pocketbook, never her purse......and in my dream iwent out into the barnyard and hugged my cousin debbie-the one who died of bladder cancer.....she had grey hair, which suggests that she didn't really die.....and hugged her sisters as well...or at least janet....and for some reason i looked down into the cellar of the barn......which is curious because there was no cellar......but in this dream cellar there were shoots coming down into sinks....maybe for seed cleaning?......but i was looking for the bathroom......which i didn't find in the barn because there never was one there......the inside was was in the house and the outside one was behind the chicken coop.....but the farm scene segued into a living room where i was showing someone how to assemble a chicken tortilla casserole....and i had spilled the shredded cheese on the carpet....and the not-to-be-named hostess was furious....but then softened when she started telling me about her sheep in the back yard.......and there was a toddler wandering about.....not quite sure whose child.......and just about the time i woke up these cheese on the casserole was melted...deliciously melted.....but i never got to taste the yellow gooeyness......