I've had this beach house that I've been designing in my head, shower and sketches for 20+ years. hell- even more... pretty much since HS.
just saw it fairly and shockingly identically and unfortunately actually built
in an online magazine just now. mine is a little more wonky/blobby shaped- not a pure rectangle- and also seemingly structured differently... but the overall idea and some of the details (like the stair suspended on cables rising up into it like a space-ship or ship-ship... dammit) are dead-on.
I feel like marc maron in Glow when he's describing his own 25+ year dream film project about an oedipal kid who tries to get over it by going forward in time so that his mom is an old lady and he won't want to have sex with her... except he goes back in time when his mom is a nympho teenager. the guys he's talking to say- yeah, just like back to the future. and then he starts with the drugs and drink.
I've got an airplane sized tequila in my desk, and don't really want to sleep with my mom. but dammit.