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Had one of those dreams where you discover a familiar house has rooms you'd never noticed before:
In this one I was at my great-aunt's house -- a number of other of people were staying over and I said "Don't worry, there's more than one guest bedroom (which is true in RL). Then I started wondering how many extra beds there actually were, went upstairs to count and kept finding more and more.
At one point I came across half-a-dozen cousins or friends-of-cousins I'd never met, who seemed equally puzzled as to who I was. I turned a corner and there was an entire gymnasium; at the other end it led into the upper floor of a shopping mall that I knew had to be down the road. At this point, even in the dream, I began to wonder how this worked -- did the house spill over into the attics of neighbouring houses?
Meanwhile there was a shooting in the shopping mall -- the shooter missed, his intended victim just looked annoyed, but an elderly Asian woman got grazed on the hand, so I offered to help -- we borrowed a phone off another woman to call the cops, and I brought her back to the house to recuperate, but once there I began to explore the house again.
This time I found a room that contained a bunch of my old clothes, paintings I knew were mine but couldn't recall having done, and a wall full of vintage theatrical posters. there was also a small window which I climbed out of, determined to figure out how this building actually worked.
Outside there was a sort of porch which hadn't been walked on in years and which actually consisted only of lathes laid across roof beams without anything to secure them. Nevertheless I made my way around and saw the that the upper storey of Aunt J.'s house did indeed extend into the neighbour's house on one side, and somehow turned into an ancient store (not the shopping mall) on the other; also there were trees growing out of it.
I returned to the window I'd come out of -- for some reason that hadn't been difficult, but to get back in I was going to have to slide through head first. By now I was quite dirty from clambering around out there; also I was suddenly barefoot and in a nightgown. Resigning myself to the fact that I was going to bruise my ribs and stomach on the lower edge of the window frame doing this, I reflected that when I'd lived in the house before as a six-year-old (also true in RL) , I wouldn't have dared any of these things -- just then the alarm went off and I woke up.
In this one I was at my great-aunt's house -- a number of other of people were staying over and I said "Don't worry, there's more than one guest bedroom (which is true in RL). Then I started wondering how many extra beds there actually were, went upstairs to count and kept finding more and more.
At one point I came across half-a-dozen cousins or friends-of-cousins I'd never met, who seemed equally puzzled as to who I was. I turned a corner and there was an entire gymnasium; at the other end it led into the upper floor of a shopping mall that I knew had to be down the road. At this point, even in the dream, I began to wonder how this worked -- did the house spill over into the attics of neighbouring houses?
Meanwhile there was a shooting in the shopping mall -- the shooter missed, his intended victim just looked annoyed, but an elderly Asian woman got grazed on the hand, so I offered to help -- we borrowed a phone off another woman to call the cops, and I brought her back to the house to recuperate, but once there I began to explore the house again.
This time I found a room that contained a bunch of my old clothes, paintings I knew were mine but couldn't recall having done, and a wall full of vintage theatrical posters. there was also a small window which I climbed out of, determined to figure out how this building actually worked.
Outside there was a sort of porch which hadn't been walked on in years and which actually consisted only of lathes laid across roof beams without anything to secure them. Nevertheless I made my way around and saw the that the upper storey of Aunt J.'s house did indeed extend into the neighbour's house on one side, and somehow turned into an ancient store (not the shopping mall) on the other; also there were trees growing out of it.
I returned to the window I'd come out of -- for some reason that hadn't been difficult, but to get back in I was going to have to slide through head first. By now I was quite dirty from clambering around out there; also I was suddenly barefoot and in a nightgown. Resigning myself to the fact that I was going to bruise my ribs and stomach on the lower edge of the window frame doing this, I reflected that when I'd lived in the house before as a six-year-old (also true in RL) , I wouldn't have dared any of these things -- just then the alarm went off and I woke up.
