DoubleHelix

May 12, 2014: Dream # 2 of three: I enter our old house in E*** N******* through the garage. The house has no furnishings, but there are packed boxes scattered around, as if we were just preparing to move. I walk through the rooms, which are not arranged in relation to one another as they are in real life. As I make my way back towards the garage door exit on the reciprocal course, I encounter (the about to be married) B****** F***** as an 8 - 9 year old child. He has a white sheet over his head, and he is trying to look like a ghost. I remove the sheet, see who it is, and guide him towards the garage to exit the house along with me. I wake.

May 12, 2014: Dream #3 of three: After a brief period of wakefullness where I jot down notes on the above dream, I fall asleep again. I am back in same dream! I am once again entering the E*** N******** house through the garage entrance. The house once again appears to be vacant - or so I thought because there is no furniture. This time, as I walk towards the bedrooms and bathroom, I can clearly hear the sound of an electric razor being used behind the closed bathroom door. Somehow I know it is a girl in the bathroom, based upon the appearance of a “girls” bedroom and the unmade bed in one of the bedrooms. I suspect she is using the razor to trim/shave her legs.

Now that I am aware there is someone else in the house, I feel the need to find a place to hide, so I go further down the narrow hall past the bathroom to an unused, unoccupied bedroom (bed is made). I initially think of hiding behind the door, but then realize that if discovered my only way out would force me past the girl in the bathroom. I decide to leave the house entirely, so I walk stealthily past the bathroom on my way out. All is going well until I reach the living room area, just short of the den, and the way out through the garage. There is a long couch blocking my path!!

I discover I am holding a broom, which I think I had for a while, intent on sweeping the floors clean for the new owners of the house. At first I can’t figure a way past the couch and out of the house undetected. I decide to use the broom as if it were a pole vault. When I do, the bristles do not collapse under my weight, and I float in super-slow motion over the couch. I realize how odd this is, and it dawns on me I am dreaming! The scene goes black and I wake up.