A close friend of mine and I were playing a card game. For every round that we lost, we had to answer any question the other asked. Of course the questions got grittier as we went, and we were laughing and having so much fun playing. The rain had just stopped outside, but the thunder was still rumbling. We were playing by candlelight, waiting for the electricity to kick back on.
Apparently, he had stopped by for a visit, and had never been in my house before. (My future house.. the one I've built in my mind.) I lit up my lantern, because I'm a nerd and who uses flashlights anymore when battery-operated lanterns are so much cuter? I was taking him through the different rooms and areas, showing him the place and all my silly collections and things. I refused to let him into a certain area of the house, conveniently overlooking it, and eventually led him down the trail to my small greenhouse my father helped me build. I had been learning how to grow carnivorous plants for the fun of it between my studies, and I had a small seating area there in the middle with a fountain trickling water.
At this point, it felt like time had blinked.. as if we'd been there longer than my dream was proposing we'd had.
I started to play a CD, as I usually read and listened to music in there, of an amazing poet I had heard, and watched some short-movies on youtube via my phone. It was a very nice blend of technology and old-world feel.