For some time, I have dreamed of a small house of my own. Ceiling above my bed is made of glass, that I can soak myself under the moonlight; drift off by watching the stars; awaken to the music of rain; then with the push of a button, the glass ceiling would move open, I can catch the snowflake falling from the sky.  But it wasn't until my best friend, Barb, showed me Jay Shafer's Tiny Tumbleweed house on Yahoo, that I realized that my dreams could come true!   Encouraged by the fact that requir …