Bubble

Had a creepy dream that I was in a house in the middle of nowhere. It had belonged to long-dead relatives, one in particular a woman, who had left behind a quilt and some other odds and ends, but all were relics from the 1800s. In any case, the house had little ghost-children who wandered around outside and on the porch, even during daylight. They wanted me to come outside and play. I was understandably reluctant.

Then dreamed I was swinging, only I couldnt get the swing going, and when I did, I kept falling off.