Last night's dream: Finding Home.
The first thing that happened was a brief flashback of a family. It was a small happy family of three, consisting of a mother and father that I never saw the details of, and a small daughter with blond hair, seemingly between the ages of ten and twelve. She was dressed in an ankle long short sleeved white dress with her hair pulled back in a low style pony tail. I do believe there was also a light blue ribbon tying back her hair and it matched the ribbon around her waist on the dress, but the colors in the dream were faded like a sepia styled photograph. They lived in an old style, very large house composed of wooden walls and doors that seemed to go on forever. The parents knew it was the young girl's birthday, but they wanted her to think they forgot and wanted to wish her a happy birthday by playing a game and telling her while they were inside a candle-lit closet that they all stored their clothes with doors that slid open in folds. Something happened, though, and before they ever even got to play the game, the family died in that house. Suddenly, I came to, and I was the ghost of the young girl. I walked through the house trying to find my parents, but I knew something evil was in the old and now dusty and empty house. I was frightened, but I wouldn't cry, I knew I was already dead. I started hearing a deranged voice in the house luring me from room to room. I couldn't make out what it was saying, but I let it guide me to the closet where I opened the folding doors and climbed inside and backed up against he left side of the wall. The only thing remaining in the closet was a light blue-gray flannel shirt of my father's on the left side where I was leaned and a piece of apparel of my mother's on the right, but I couldn't see the details of it in the dark. The voice, in its whispers,continued on and I couldn't make out the words, but it informed me somehow subconsciously that these were the only remaining pieces of my parents and I'd never find them. It then informed me of their plan for my birthday and I felt sorrow since I died angry at them for forgetting. I knew I had to find them. The walls changed and I was in an underground lake, so it seemed, but the water was black and thick like liquid darkness mixed with tar. Then the figure of the man of the voice appeared high up, and I realized I was standing on a wooden dock and there was a great light of some sort coming from the right of us. This angry looking man peered down at me with his arms open and he informed me without speaking that if I wanted to find my parents I had to complete the tiled path across the lake, and that once I began the tiles there was no turning back. I had to make it across and succeed, or not make it there and be swallowed by the darkness below. {he man looked like a cross between Kratos (God of War) and Fred (Batman Arkham Asylum)} I noticed there were others attempting the path, but I watched as it switched to an 8-bit Nintendo screen version as the little characters left the dock and just started disappearing. It switched back to reality and I was at the end of the dock, staring at the white tiles of various sizes across the lake leading to the white light. I stepped on the first tile, no bigger than a bathroom tile, and it sunk and rose as it adjusted my weight. I was afraid, but I needed to find my parents.I continued on, trying to see whether I should hop from tile to tile or step slowly. The bigger ones were easier to hop on, but I had to take it slow with the small tiles. Half way through, the tiles started displaying pictures, memories and designs as I stepped on them. Each was different than the last. The longest tiles displayed very abstract, dull, red and gray design that was a save point so I couldn't go back. You could stand and recuperate on it to get a hold of yourself. Another girl was hysterically running back across the tiles, very uncoordinated and crying, and I grabbed her wrist and looked at her without speaking, and let her know that she couldn't go back or she'll be lost in the darkness. I knew she needed to find her grandmother. I watched I watched as she continued on ahead of me, but her foot slipped off the tile and she was sucked into the darkness. I looked down at my tile and said, "Oh, great." as a sepia photo of the girl and her grandmother appeared under my foot on the tile that overlapped another tile.
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