last night's dream (nightmare?)
the fact that i can still remember it is kind of eerie to me.
So, I'm in the house that I lived from ages 5 to 12, but I'm me, now, 21, decked out in binder and boy clothes, but all our stuff is in this house. I'm outside for a minute and I see flames in our basement. I run upstairs to the apartment my great-grandmother is in and start shouting at her to get out of the house because it's on fire. It takes a good long while to do so. The fire is small-ish at the moment, but I don't call the fire department, nor do I try to put it out. Instead, I run around the house grabbing things to save should the house burn down (which it certainly will as I'm just letting the fire burn). I look at a shelf in our kitchen and grab the big jar of quarters. I leave the dolls and figurines that my mom and grandmother made to represent each of us. I leave the family portraits. I grab my pillow and my computer. I don't take anything, really, that's irreplaceable. I leave everything like that and run out of the house with my computer, pillow and jar of quarters.
Then, I wake up.
So, what the hell? I don't want to read into it too much, but I certainly know what it seems like to me.
So, I'm in the house that I lived from ages 5 to 12, but I'm me, now, 21, decked out in binder and boy clothes, but all our stuff is in this house. I'm outside for a minute and I see flames in our basement. I run upstairs to the apartment my great-grandmother is in and start shouting at her to get out of the house because it's on fire. It takes a good long while to do so. The fire is small-ish at the moment, but I don't call the fire department, nor do I try to put it out. Instead, I run around the house grabbing things to save should the house burn down (which it certainly will as I'm just letting the fire burn). I look at a shelf in our kitchen and grab the big jar of quarters. I leave the dolls and figurines that my mom and grandmother made to represent each of us. I leave the family portraits. I grab my pillow and my computer. I don't take anything, really, that's irreplaceable. I leave everything like that and run out of the house with my computer, pillow and jar of quarters.
Then, I wake up.
So, what the hell? I don't want to read into it too much, but I certainly know what it seems like to me.