My husband and I were going to look at this old building. I’m not sure if it was an old train station, border crossing, or some government building. It was small, and square, made out of grey stone bricks. It had been empty for years and we were just curious.
We went inside, and to our surprise, there were renovations going on. Frames were built for rooms (Previously, it had been just one open space), and we could tell it was going to be amazing! Someone was cleaning the kitchen, a worker, and we let her believe we were the owners or something, being confidant and snooping around. I walked to the back of the house, and out the window was a beautiful view of a river. I’ve seen this river lots of times before in my dreams, so I knew what it was, but in the place I was at, there isn’t a river in real life.
In the middle of the building, tables were set up. We realized that whoever bought this building would make it into some type of hotel or restaurant or something. We were kind of jealous wishing we had done it first, but oh well. We looked around, and then went into the basement. No one had been down there since the 80s and there were tonnes of toys. It was so exciting! All of the exciting toys from my childhood~ dolls and barbies I had forgotten about, so many neat things! I thought I would try to steal a Barbie dress, because it was so exciting, and no one would probably care. It was just junk to someone else, but to me it was precious. I couldn’t really find the dress I was looking for, so I gave up.
We went back upstairs, and the people who did own the house had just come in. Umm. Oops. They were a little weirded out/annoyed that we were in their house. Then my brother told me that we had built their kitchen at our shop, so we said that’s why we were there. My dad was there now too, and I thought it was strange my dad had known about this renovations all along since we had built the kitchen.
We were trying to leave, and we were sitting on the top of the roof or something. Or maybe since it was unfinished, there were no steps out. Everyone had climbed down the ladder but me and my SIL. The top two rungs of the ladder were broken and it was too dangerous for me to climb down. They brought another ladder, but it didn’t even reach up to the top, and I was too scared to try to climb on it. Suddenly my sister in law just jumped down. She had been on a lower spot than me, but I couldn’t jump from that high. I sat, and thought to myself “Why have I found myself stuck and unable to get down from high places so many times in my life?”. Then I saw a rope swinging from the roof beside me. I thought that I would just swing down myself instead of waiting. I knew I could do it. I grabbed the rope, and swung down to the driveway. I DID IT!!!
Now, in the driveway, they had some type of car port, with a bit of storage above. My brother and I climbed up. Somehow, it was full of all of our toys from when we were little! My brother told me that the owner had thrown away my special bunny and his black stuffed dog, Blackie. He had thought it was just junk. I was looking through everything, seeing all of my old toys and wondering how I could get them home. I noticed that there was a Mermaid PJ Sparkles, and a normal one. How did I get them? I thought I had my real PJ Sparkles at home for my daughter. Weird.
Somehow, the scene changed, and my daughter and I were doing this weird 17th century dance, where you walk in a line, spin around, walk backwards, and waltz back somehow. Weird. I saw my brother, but it was his 5 year old self! It was so neat to see him that age. I have seen myself, and him as well in a few occasions, as our young selves, and it’s always really cool. Anyway, he told me that I was his favourite aunt, and we did the weird funny waltz for fun, to play.
Next, I had to go take a shower for work or something, so I left my young brother and daughter (or maybe it was young me, I’m not sure), in the room to go get ready. I was about to turn on the shower, when I realized that the tub was totally full and murky, because I must have forgotten to drain it last time. I didn’t want to get in the cold water, and then accidentally overflow the tub with my shower, so I started to drain it.
I started to take off my shirt, which was a white, non-stretch cotton shirt. When I started to pull it off, it got stuck! I wiggled and wriggled to try to get out, pulling and pulling but not being able to! The kids were too young to help, but I was stuck in that darn shirt. For what seemed like about 20 minutes, I struggled to get out. Until I finally just woke up.
It was after a trade show and we were going back home. In the dream, my mom had told me that I could leave early that night, but then she made me stay until 10 oclock. I was starting to freak out because it was getting late. She told me now we had to wait there for my Dad to get there because he had the key. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I was so annoyed. But then I walked up to the door and it was actually unlocked.
For some reason, we were staying at the home of a local family, who we are friends with. It was morning and we were getting ready to go to school. My husband had taken a shower, and now it was my turn. When I went to take a shower, the door was locked and I realized my friend Y was in there. WHAT! I took at shower at 6am every day for years and she knew that! Now my schedule would be thrown off! I was SO mad! I was uncharacteristically swearing and yelling I was SO mad.
I seethed and seethed and then decided to go to the door to tell her I needed in. I went to knock on the door, and she just happened to finish, so that was good. I went into the shower room to get ready. I looked behind me, and there were ALL these people watching! What the heck! They were all just sitting in chairs staring at me. I was a little freaked out, and I definitely didn’t want to get undressed in front of them all!
I noticed there was a curtain that I could pull out around me on the ceiling. I pulled it out, and some kids barged in anyway to be funny. I grabbed them and spanked them (weird) so they would learn. I went back and got ready to shower. The bathtub was deep and could be a nice soaker tub, but the walls were all un finished and I could see the piping and it was musty and creepy. I got ready and got out of there. I was trying to get all my makeup and things put back in my bag but I couldn’t remember which were mine. I was looking for my jewellery too and noticing Y’s jewellery there as well.
I went out to the kitchen, hurrying to get ready. Now it seemed I was at my grammie’s house. Everyone was there. My SIL and I were trying to get the right things in the right bags, sorting out whose things were whose. Suddenly my mom mentioned that it was a holiday so there was no school? I collapsed on the floor in exhaustion saying “WHY didn’t you tell me that?!”
An old friend J arrived. He came in and sat down. I hadn’t seen him for almost 10 years, and never heard tell of him again. I don’t know if we left on very good terms before, because we briefly dated. Anyway he sat down and had a normal conversation with me. He told me about his wife, and that they had rented the white room from his mom’s hotel business or something. I asked about his mom and told him I had actually seen her recently.
As I was writing this, I remembered a part of my dream. Ahh I wish I could remember the whole thing because this one felt kind of important.
I went to Thailand I think, or somewhere like that. I had left everything I had and went there. I decided to abandon my other life, and be there. I was in love with some kind of.. well.. I have no idea what he was. I don’t know if he was human, or aboriginal, or an animal, or a spirit, or what. I remember what he felt like, but not exactly what he looked like. He had no clothes, and I think long hair. He could swing in the trees and maybe fly or something. He was very evolved, but didn’t speak. His mission was more one involved with the Earth and with peace and love. Somehow, he accepted me as his own and we lived together. I knew it was a big sacrifice but I was happy and ready to do it. I wish I could remember more about that. It felt important.
Anyway, I don’t know if this part is connected to that dream, or a different one, but I looked in the mirror, and saw these dark purple spots about the size of my fist all over my body. In my armpits, and chest, back, all over. About 8 different spots. I was like “What on EARTH is this?”. I went somewhere and hear someone talking about it. They said they had the purple spots) I didn’t tell them about mine. One guy said he had too and they turned black and very dangerous. They needed medicine to get better. I didn’t want to tell them about mine though for some reason. I left. Later in the dream, I checked and my spots were all gone without the medicine! Phewf.
I think it was like the 1930s. I was dating a man quite older than myself, I think set up by someone. He was having a dinner meeting with clients or something, but we weren’t in a house. It was like we were in a tiny camper or something at first. I was washing all of the dishes in a tiny little sink, trying to show that I would be a great wife. Whether I wanted to marry him or not didn’t really seem like an issue. It was just the way things were. I still had my pride though.
Someone in his group mentioned something about me doing the dishes and that being where the woman should be and the only use for them, and my man freaked out at him, so angry.
Now we were in a more open area with lots of people. I had grown to really love him. I ran to him and hugged him. We were going to bed. We were in a place with lots and lots of beds all lined up, with only curtains dividing them. We wanted to lay in the bed together to hug, but we weren’t married. I called him “Mr.” something and he called me “Miss” something.
We were cuddling in bed when the person in charge came in. A nurse or something? We quickly jumped into separate beds, but in the hubbub, we got in to the wrong ones. I tried to cover for him by saying my name was whatever his name was “Mikey Something”. She said that we weren’t supposed to act like that, but if we had to, we could use a little “door” like a tiny little door, to lean up outside of our curtain and no one would disturb. Anyway, we both knew we would have to marry first. He asked me if I truly wanted to marry him and I said “Oh yes!”. I had red hair with curls, he had glasses and gray hair.
The next day, we went house shopping. As soon as we found a house, we could be married. We went into the first house. It was on the corner of a busy town street, and quite large. We walked in, and I knew it was the 1930’s but it was quite modern with black granite and fancy everything. We went through all of the rooms and I was beyond thrilled.
Then we went upstairs. I was telling him where his office could be, and his study. Then I found a little alcove by the window, and said I could do my sewing there. I went to look out the window. There were hundreds of people running down the street. Many of them dressed like court jesters. I said “It’s the running of the fools”. I looked through binoculars there, and saw into a Tim Horton’s. Weird! It was so strange to see all of the people in there so clearly! I thought someday I should tell someone to go in there, and I would pass it with a train, and look in on them. I know. Weird.
We kept looking. The real estate agent and I went to one room. Hmmm there was a creepy room with an old straw broom and a cauldron. I mentioned it was where witches once worked. I was comforted instead of scared. Until the next couple of rooms were the same. I said we were protected and I made a big white light around us. The next room I looked in and there were a few dead sheep laying there. WHAT the HECK! I was now freaked out and could feel bad and scary energy around me. Even though I protected myself I could feel it. We ran down the stairs terrified. I told my husband-to-be regretfully that we couldn’t live there. We would have to keep looking. I thought I could live anywhere as long as we could be married. But not there.