“My Dream House”
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this dream about a house – a great house it is. I’ve had this dream anywhere between once a month and once every several months, but I’ve dreamt of this house for many, many years. To get to this house, you pass a pizza parlor and a movie theater, and the movie theater is a lot of fun, I’ve visited it before in my dream. The road is isolated and lo ong, and eventually, you reach a dirt road that runs alongside a beautiful mountain, and in the middle of that dirt road is a huge tree. Whenever I travel up to this dream house, the passenger in the passenger seat is a man I love. I never see this man, I only know that the love I have for this man is real and strong – so real and strong I feel it in my dream. We always drive to it in n a big truck. Upon reaching the house, I can see that it’s an old white farm house, beautiful, but big and old – two, maybe three stories tall. I’ve only visited certain rooms in the house. The kitchen is grand an
I have a daughter in this dream. She’s beautiful. Her room is completely white. I visited her once. She has thick long black hair, just like me, and she’s just extremely beautiful, and I love her dearly. She’s afraid however, of a black bird that perches outside her window on occasion. Even I can feel her fear. But I remember her room is all white. In this house my room is gorgeous. It’s huge, and it’s got a large canopy bed. The sheets and blankets are white. The dresser is huge and white as well. The bathroom is huge and has a lo ovely tub in it. The cool part about my room is the closet. In the back of the closet is a secret door. You can enter this door and climb a few stairs to the attic, but the door is hidden, so it’s a secret attic. In the attic are lots of boxes full of dusty old toys.
I remember once in a dream something evil was in the house, so we all hid in the secret attic, and it wa
land. I think I might have animals as well. That’s all I can remember.
Here’s the weird thing. Always, whenever I visit this house in my dreams, I am at complete peace. I wake up peacefully and have a pretty easy-going day. My mood is great, my spirits are high.
But as of late, I’ve been sensing death in this house. I’ve been dreaming a lot about the house, more than ever before. I’ve had my house dream this past week a total of four times. . But I can’t remember what’s happening in these dreams, I just know that it has to do with the house, and I could sense death. I do remember my dream daughter had died, and I was very sad. Even throughout the day I was troubled, though I couldn’t remember all the details of the dream. But ever since that dream – which I had a week ago – I’ve visited the house and ha
I wonder why, after all the years of my dream being so beautiful, and leaving me with a sense of comfort, and brightening my waking hours, why is the dream now dreadful, leaving me with a sense of death in the house, and leaving me troubled throughout my day?