21 Nov 2023
Dream
I came to this old neighborhood where my Grandma Magills house was, but it was much different than it was in real life. It was a big, tall Victorian style house, kind of atop a hill with some steps leading to the door and large porch. I remember looking up and thinking to myself how beautiful it was. The moment was right after my Grandma died, my Aunt and Uncle (who are divorced, my uncle dead in real life) were in the house, kind of going thorough and packing up grandma's things. Inside the house it was a combination of old Victorian style, antique wood, steps upstairs and furniture. Then you entered a bright room, light new looking carpet with a huge window, overlooking a lake, maybe fields. In this room, it felt light and calm. People were smiling and eating. Then I made my way up the spiral wooden staircase. On the landing, before the top I remember art I liked. I remember going into a room that had been my grandma's. It had her old fashion but pretty jewelry. It was darker, a little scary, and sad. There was a closet that couldn't close, it was so full. Inside was a painting similar to one she had when I was a child. In real life, I would lay in the spare bedroom where it hung, and stare at it. It was of a house or cottage in the woods, and there was a path or dirt road leading away from the house and around a corns you could never see. I'd imagine where that road would lead to, who lived in the cottage and a feeling that I wished I lived there, in real life and in my dream.
