In a long, repeatedly-interrupted-by-Chihuahuas dream last night, I was back at the lifelong-dreamed subterranean house. I had apparently invented a device (probably a real item available today) that used lasers to measure rooms and shared that info via Bluetooth to my iPad. As I prepared to explore the subterranea, a smartly-dressed man who seemed to be a teacher suggested that the area beneath us was an old school, and that there was a body buried under there somewhere.
When I told this to Abby this morning, she thought these dreams might be related to my underground explorations of the maintenance tunnels at Oklahoma University more than 30 years ago.
Also of note, I turn 50 in a couple of days. Some people might regard this as significant, but with an average life expectancy of American males of 76 years (the average in Pontotoc County, Oklahoma where I live is 72.2), I passed the halfway point, statistically, 12 years ago.