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There was a beautiful house in last night's dream. Large, ornate. Like a museum. I think it was mine. But there was some sort of secret in the house, or having to do with the house. But I can't remember. I jumped out of bed and it all left so quickly.
I walked around, having my adventures while wearing the most beautiful haute couture clothing and jewelry. I was special. There were a special set of earrings, too, that had been given to me by a handsome man who also lived in the house. The were black teardrop pearls with black ribbon. They were connected to the secret, too, as was he.
He was handsome, but brooding. About what I cannot recall. I wish I could remember more of this dream, because the snippets I am left with are beautiful and intriguing, and I am sure in the dream I had a magnificent adventure.
There was a large cave connected to the house through a secret passage. Things would happen to the cave, making it morph. All I remember now is that at one point it was as if the roof of the cave - a cave as large as an indoor football stadium - lifted up and away, revealing another wall behind the wall that glowed a magnificent red and blue. Another time the cave filled with bats. The first time. But its all confusing, and I don't remember.
The house was in a city no better than a large slum. There is something else, though...there was a place we went, and other people...I remember running through dark allies and darting around shadowy corners. But I can't remember. It slips away from me.
There was a piano in the house. I think it was significant. It was in a large, golden room...like something at Versailles. One of the main rooms; one of my favorites, I went there often.
I sat at the piano and played it and the man - the Nobleman? - came to me. Stood behind me and whispered something in my ear. Something important. But I can't remember.
My dear Serra was in the house as well. She was playful, like a child. There was a handsome Dominican man who came to speak to me, but Serra quickly turned him away, distracting him through dancing and seduction. I was confused, but relieved. I didn't know if I would want to hear what he had to say. I wondered where the man had gone.
The man dressed in black, an old style, old wealth from centuries ago. I felt connected to him, like I belonged to him, though he was not anyone I knew.
I couldn't find him, so I decided to explore the house to distract myself. I remember walking down a narrow, narrow corridor before coming to an area that appeared to once have been an old bar or pub. Then something happened...something...important?
But I can't remember. I woke up.
I walked around, having my adventures while wearing the most beautiful haute couture clothing and jewelry. I was special. There were a special set of earrings, too, that had been given to me by a handsome man who also lived in the house. The were black teardrop pearls with black ribbon. They were connected to the secret, too, as was he.
He was handsome, but brooding. About what I cannot recall. I wish I could remember more of this dream, because the snippets I am left with are beautiful and intriguing, and I am sure in the dream I had a magnificent adventure.
There was a large cave connected to the house through a secret passage. Things would happen to the cave, making it morph. All I remember now is that at one point it was as if the roof of the cave - a cave as large as an indoor football stadium - lifted up and away, revealing another wall behind the wall that glowed a magnificent red and blue. Another time the cave filled with bats. The first time. But its all confusing, and I don't remember.
The house was in a city no better than a large slum. There is something else, though...there was a place we went, and other people...I remember running through dark allies and darting around shadowy corners. But I can't remember. It slips away from me.
There was a piano in the house. I think it was significant. It was in a large, golden room...like something at Versailles. One of the main rooms; one of my favorites, I went there often.
I sat at the piano and played it and the man - the Nobleman? - came to me. Stood behind me and whispered something in my ear. Something important. But I can't remember.
My dear Serra was in the house as well. She was playful, like a child. There was a handsome Dominican man who came to speak to me, but Serra quickly turned him away, distracting him through dancing and seduction. I was confused, but relieved. I didn't know if I would want to hear what he had to say. I wondered where the man had gone.
The man dressed in black, an old style, old wealth from centuries ago. I felt connected to him, like I belonged to him, though he was not anyone I knew.
I couldn't find him, so I decided to explore the house to distract myself. I remember walking down a narrow, narrow corridor before coming to an area that appeared to once have been an old bar or pub. Then something happened...something...important?
But I can't remember. I woke up.