It must be a pregnancy thing. I have this recurring theme to my dreams at the moment where we move house, and I love it. Always disappointed when I wake up and we're still here. Not that there is anything wrong with our home. It's a perfectly nice house. Its just getting to be a bit small for us. 1 reception room, 1 toilet, 3rd bedroom is little more than a box room.... there's just not enough space!
In an ideal world I'd have a 4 bed house, 2 reception rooms and a kitchen-dinner too, a downstairs loo and (in my extravagant moments), an en suite more me n hubby. That way there's be plenty of bedrooms for the kids, a guest-room, shorter queues for the loo, a grown up space and kiddy space down stairs, and some where for us and the kids to eat away from distractions like toys n telly (even when its off it still causes a problem).
But for now it's just a dream. We'd need to do this house up to sell (time & money we don't have), assume that it sells well and fast (unlikely), and that we would get a mortgage for the new place (we prob don't earn enough to even be considered given the current "economic climate").
So here (again) is to that lottery win!