Not usually a follower of the self-absorbed, chauvinist pig known as Freud, but I believe I made a bit a Freudian slip the other day...
We were talking about doing some work to the house, but not wanting to put ourselves into time or $$ debt as a result.
"Well, it's not like it's our dream house or anything.", Said I.
Then I thunk out loud...
"Should houses be dreams?"
My gut reaction is, "no".
I think even Barbie wanted more than a two-storey wonder with an elevator.