I dream of refinished furniture, he does it.
I dream of painted walls, he paints them.
Sometimes I think about how productive I would be if I was a Dreamer AND a DO-er. After I think about it I usually take a nap. It's exhausting to even think about being Adam. No wonder he is asleep already.
p.s. I will post pictures of the house eventually. Just not yet. For now it is still our secret home. (or at least that's what my friend calls it.)