Amurehna

There was more before this point, but I only have a vague idea what it entailed. Anyway. When it picks up I'm sitting in a dark gray van, right behind the driver's seat. The doors are all open. I have a friend who adores me, but has just left. Because she loves me her family adopts me. It is strange and touching, to have people I just met call me 'sister' like I've always been around. I have been stood up by a man I care about and I'm wallowing a little. One of her brothers ducks into the front passenger seat. He's wearing a blue-gray t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He's very pale with ice blue eyes and blond hair. He looks familiar and in retrospect he reminds me of the DC with pale green eyes from the Quelling dream.
He asks me what's wrong and I don't feel like I can tell him, since I hardly know him but it's clear that I'm sad. He leans over, resting one knee on the seat and lifts my chin with one cool hand. Whereas before, the dream felt slightly third person, for this moment I am fully myself, such that I can feel the texture and weight of his fingers.This is a gesture of brotherly kindness. He smiles at me and says "It's alright, sister. Everything will be okay. You'll see."
And just like that, I feel better. This is nothing like the weight that lifted off me in similar dreams but it always amazes me when my subconscious is kind and offers comfort instead of horror.

We all pile into the van, and the kind brother offers to take us out and says he knows the perfect place. My friend seems a little doubtful and cautions me about her brother's choices, saying that he is a little off kilter and we may not enjoy the place. Sure enough, we drive past outrageous night clubs obsessed with aesthetic, one place had a ring of billowing, multi-colored clouds around the sign. It was pretty but excessive and seemed like we would enjoy it if we were drunk or drugged.
We get out at an old house that has become a tourist attraction. I become lucid with my friend as we walk through the front door. We exclaim about how we knew what the tile would look like before we even entered because the outside was so familiar. It was white with a blue design, but where the tile met the walls, the design was edged in black. It's hard to describe. We are allowed to wander around, so I go outside into a little courtyard. In the dirt are pretty stones, I call them geodes, but the outsides of them are polished gemstones, while the insides are the typical sharp crystal. They are beautiful, emerald green and ruby red, the insides are pale blue. I take pictures with my phone knowing my friend will want to see them.