Goathouse will find this one boring.
My dream is clearly the end of an untold adventure. The scene opens inside a room with tall pale blue walls and a set of dark stained wooden stairs. The stairs lead up to a small carpeted open space with wooden double-doors at the end. The doorway is flat on the bottom, and the sides curve to a point at the top (convex not concave).
The action starts as the doors burst open, and two young girls dash out. The older of the two is about five and is wearing a blue Victorian dress similar to the one in this
picture: . She’s holding the hand of her younger and much smaller sister who is similarly dressed. I come out next, again about 5 years old and wearing a gray coat and hat similar to what you might expect from a confederate civil war soldier. As I come into the room I slam the door shut behind me, the clamor of something following us is muffled by the doors. I breathe a sigh of relief as I begin walking down the stairs, but the doors burst open behind me. In marches a group of soldiers with uniforms similar to Buckingham Palace guards. They ready the rifles that were at rest on their shoulders and take aim.
Fortunately, I’m awesome in my dreams. I whip around, do some awesome karate stuff, and cram them back through the doors. This time I lock them in. As I go down the stairs, my worry seems to fade away. At the base of the stairs, the house opens up into a large living room with a stained hardwood floor with a dining room adjoined on the left and a kitchen just above that. The house is filled with so many people that it takes a considerable amount of time to move about. The odd thing was that I didn’t know anyone there except the two girls I entered with.
Everyone began opening presents, and a man with plainly cut black hair had a gift for me. I sat down on the floor and opened it to find a red pair of sandals. The man apologized for the shoes being broken, but after inspecting them, I figured out that you had to pull a strap to tighten them. The odd thing about these shoes was that the sole was on top and the straps on the bottom. I only tried them on for a bit before going back to my old shoes. They were low-key, faded brown sneakers.
The next thing I knew, everyone was eating bread. It wasn’t normal bread, though, and there were a lot of different varieties. It was all sweet like you’d expect cinnamon bread to be. I thought it was delicious in the dream, which I found particularly odd (in the dream, not reality) since I didn’t typically like bread. I couldn’t stop eating the stuff. The older of the two girls that entered with me started trying to persuade me to leave with her, but I kept getting distracted by the food. Every time that I looked at the kitchen, new food would be laid out, and I felt compelled to try it.
At one point, I looked over and saw a plump woman sitting in a red rocking chair and smiling as she watched me eat. She was obviously the cook. I gave her a friendly wave and thanked her with my eyes (which is hard to explain). She nodded in understanding, and the girl that was trying to get me to leave finally got me out the door without further distraction.
As I walk out of the gray building, I step into a large courtyard. There are a few cobblestones near the center, and at the center there is a stone well with a wooden bucket to draw water. The yard has sparse grass, and it is filled with crisp brown/rust leaves. A strong breeze picks up., I take in the fresh air and the sound of the leaves being carried to and fro. The sun is shining, and I could not be happier. My eyes follow the earth up to where the girls stand, still holding hands. They beckon for me to follow them. As I look past them up a giant hill, I see a large school at the top with a church-bell ringing. There is a great bustle at the school as hundreds of children are moving about simultaneously.
The girls continue up the hill, and I begin to follow them. Once I reach the well, I pause and reach into my pocket for something. I pull out two pieces of paper, one with indiscernible writing and one blank. I pull out some crayons from my pocket, sit down on the stone path, and begin drawing a map. I’m not sure what the map was supposed to lead to at this point, but I speculate that it was a treasure map. That may not be accurate. My POV gives a close-up of my face while drawing, and I have the biggest smile. I’m not the least bit concerned that the girls’ voices have faded in the distance. The POV changes to a shot from above, and slowly we see a familiar shadow move into the scene. The older girl came back for me. I’m happy that she came back for me, so I tuck my papers and crayons in my inside pocket, take her hand, and walk with her toward the school.
The creepy thing is that I could hear a muffled voice from behind the first set of double doors calling my name. Even after I woke up, I could still hear it for a while.
Dream interpretations, anyone?
