Jokers_Harley
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I once had a dream that I was walking in this old neighborhood in Peru where I guessed I had lived in (?) and I came accross this house..... it was beautiful and completely made of stone except for the door........ which was made of some of the nicest wood I had seen and hada knocker in the shape of a mans head made of silver............
I see myself walking by this house about 3 or 4 times and everytime I do I get this sense of longing and of such sadness........... as if I had either lived here or something that had happened in this house had affected me.............. yet never in my dream during those 3 or 4 times did I get the courage to knock upon that door.................
Later it seems, maybe the next day, and before I leave Peru again I go by this house once again............ this time I decide to enter............ (this is where it gets weirder) somehow I have been carrying the key to the front door in my purse the whole time and I use it to open to front door......... the place is a mess, cobwebs and dust everywhere........ I am deathly afraid of spiders but decide I need to go on anyways.......... there are tons of furnishings there that have been covered in white sheets to protect them, it seems.......... I see myself going one by one to all these things and removing the sheets........... the room has been dark the whole time because the curtains are closed............but as soon as the last sheet is removed, the rooms get suddenly brighter and I realize that all the candles in the place are burning brightly........ also I realize that I am no longer alone in the house because I hear voices moving from room to room........... I run to the top floor (3?) chasing these illusive voices and as I pass by a mirror I stop to glance at myself............. only it is not really me looking back anymore........... I see a girl who looks like me but who is dressed differently................ and I guess in my dream I suddenly start to remember my past..........all I can tell you is that the feeling of longing gets 3xs WORSE, as if I am missing a VERY important part of my life............. the very core of me! I run wildly thru all the rooms searching for SOMETHING, only I do not know what it is......... I open doors, drawers, books, anything that could lead me to this thing but after hours of searching I am no nearer than when I began.............. I am crying really badly because of this thing I am missing............. and thus I continue to search still..................... my dream goes on like this for what seems like hours.............. and when I wake up I find myself crying and so depressed and like I am really missing something.............. I can't explain it but everytime I have this dream, because it is a recurring one, I wake up the same way with this terrible feeling of longing.............. to this day I don't know what it could be............ and I have read all the dream dictionaries I can find
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01-14-2004 11:37 PM
