Dream. Part 1.
This is a 4 part series on dreaming. The first two parts are of dreams I’ve recently had, parts 3 and 4 are reflections and examinations.
My sister and I are in the middle of the woods, more than likely in New Hampshire, and there’s a large brown house standing in front of us. It’s a family friend’s house, this is the feeling I have and the situation given, I do not know this guy and I’ve never seen him, but he’s a family friend. As he starts to show us around, my sister and him are going up the stairs, but I can’t keep up. I try as hard as I can to follow my way up the stairs, I do the jaguar crawl on the stairs, pull on the railings, everything I can, but I just can’t keep up with them.
Soon I reach the top of the stairs and there’s a bunch of men doing work around the area, there’s a light being worked on and open walls that look like the half finished skeleton of a house. I squeeze by them up the next set of stairs, however, I can’t fit through the hole between the stairs and the ceiling without getting stuck. I squeeze my way back out and down the stairs back to where the men are doing work. I look down the hallway and see a different set of stairs heading upstairs. I take that set of stairs up and when I reach the next floor I see my sister and the guy coming down from the next floor up about to head back down the stairs I couldn’t make it up. I yell over to them, they see me and make their way over to me.
They tell me they’ve been looking for me and we walk back across the hallway and up the stairs they just came down where we are on a balcony. On this balcony we can see the ground right next to us, we jump off onto the ground and look back to the house to see that this man’s house is a giant house that’s sunk into a pool just big enough for the house to fit in with about a foot of clearance all the way around. The pool is not a standard pool with the white lining, fancy bricks and all the accessories, but rather a giant dug out section of earth filled with water in the middle of the woods.
He tells us the entire house is water proof and no water can get in. I decide that because the roof is so close to the ground I’ll just jump on it and walk across to the other side to see what’s there. I run and jump onto the roof and I hear crinkling, like a soda can being crushed. I make it halfway over before I hear my sister yelling at me and I jump off immediately off to the side, and I hear the sound of water rushing in.
At this point I picture everything in the house being destroyed by this flood of water, as well as drowning and killing the guy’s wife ans kids trapped inside. I even imagine myself being stuck in the basement of this house and trying to figure an escape route out, but within this illusion inside of a dream, I realize I’m trapped and there’s no way to get out of the sinking house. I will drown and die.
Just after the illusion of me about to die from drowning, I see I’m back outside where I was and I realize that this guy’s house is a giant aluminum sunken trailer in a pool in the middle of the woods, and I just broke it and it’s flooding with water. Everyone is looking at me with a horrid, “DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” look on their face. I’m scared to death and before anyone starts to approach me I punch my own sister in the face and try to run. Everyone, all random people I’ve never met before, walk slowly towards me as I try to run. I’m running as hard as I can, but no matter how fast I try to run, I can’t run faster than these people can walk. Since I tried running from them their faces have changed from the look of horror, to a blank emotionless expression, but even with the change of expression, all I want to do is run from them. I’m extremely scared and I try throwing punches at these people to get them away from me. I turn around to run some more, clawing at the ground, doing anything in my power to run but I still can’t run faster than they can walk and I can’t escape from this horror. Immediately after this realization I can’t escape, I scare myself awake.
Dream. Part 2: Tomorrow.



