Little girl in Victorian style dress. Please help me figure this out.

[CruelAngle]

I posted a thread in general discussion about this a week ago. I got a few ideas of what might be going on but I figure you guys might be able to help a little more. Here is some personal info. I'm a male 22 years of age. I work part-time at a liquor store. My family life is ok I do get into a fair amount of fights with my sisters but that is expected. I do drink sometimes. I do a-lot of reading. For the most part I have a normal life. Now for the dream. This dream has some reference to previous dreams all can be found in my Dj. I was walking down the same country road as last dream, but it was winter. There was snow on the ground and, there was a river running next to the road. I followed the road till I arrived at the very large house with the gate. By this time it was getting dark, . I noticed small foot prints leading to the rivers edge. I followed them to the rivers edge. I heard that same laughter as the previous dream. I walked back up to the tree in the front. That is when I noticed the gate was ajar. I walked up to the front door. I opened it and It was dimly light inside, All the windows I could see were open. I walked room to room. Every room had the decor of a Nice late 19th century house. I wondered around, till I found a door. This door lead outside to a court yard. There was a lone tree in the center, the ground was covered in a light snow. There was more little foot prints leading to the right side of the court yard wall. I followed them to the wall where something was written, before i could read what it said i heard the same laughter as before. I turned around to see that little girl standing on a tree branch staring at me. I almost ran but stopped myself and just looked at her. As I gazed upon her, a breeze picked up. She cocked her head to her left. This startled me, as I have never seen her move. She smiled and I heard that laughter again but her lips never moved. By this time the The breeze had turned into a fairly strong wind. In the last fleeting seconds of the dream, The moon came out or something because I caught a glimpse at one of her eyes. One lone light purple eye glancing back at me, The wind picked up so much after that the snow obscured my vision and I awoke. For the emotions of the dream. For the most part I was calm and curious for the duration of the dream. Except for 2 parts, when I heard the laughter both times I felt sorrow, and when I saw her eye I felt A mix of malice, cruelty and, sorrow. But at the same time it was like it was not her fault she was like that. The best way I can describe it would be when you look into someone's eyes and you instantly know how they feel. Thank you for the help in advance.

[Superman1]

Here, this last dream I think puts it all into place. You have "Fair amount of fights with my sisters." That explains everything. And that you are a guy. I didn't realise, sorry! in my last posts. Normally a kid in a dream is a smaller vulnerable version of the dreamer, so of the same sex. But here, it means the little girl is the part of you dealing with the female, I think, that you feel is totally inadequate - or unable to act and express, or do anything. So I reckon, overall the little repressed female indicates you cannot relate to your sister very well, and as a friend. Unless it may involve females in general. ______ DREAM: You were Walking down the same road as before, that may be free and peaceful. But it was cold - even frozen emotionally - and overcast in you. There was perhaps a lifeline, or way to go that was beneficial next to you. You followed the road till you arrived at the very large area in yourself you could go into. By this time darkness was setting in your mind. You saw you had been to this river's edge before, and you followed your footsteps to the edge of this lifeline that perhaps leads to the sea or source within you. Or to a better place. Some part of you laughed sadly at your attempt. You went toward the growth or life in yourself, thereby seeing the way in. You went in, but this area of yourself was dim, though your thought of the outside world was open. You explored the rooms in yourself, which had a nice classic or olde worlde decor. You wondered around this part of yourself, til you found a door that lead outside this introspection perhaps, where there was a lone life in the center. The ground you stand again was covered in lightly frozen emotion. Not too serious. Again you saw this path had been trodden before. So you have been here before. You followed it to the wall in your mind where was written a message in your mind you did not read, because the mocking laughter of sadness regarding it took over. You turned around to see that little girl standing on a higher branch of this single area you are trying to grow in, staring back at you. You almost ran but stopped yourself and just looked at this part of you...facing it this time. As you gazed upon her, movement in your mind picked up. This part of you ac-know-ledged you, that perhaps you are seeing on the wrong side. This startled you, as you have never seen her move. That part was pleased, and you heard that mocking laughter again but maybe it didn't come from her, unless she is that repressed she is a ventriloquist, ha, as her lips never moved. Well, really she did throw her voice into yours. By this time your thought had turned into a fairly strong movement. In the last fleeting seconds of the dream, some reflective light was shed in your darkness, because you caught a glimpse of just one single sight of this aspect. What you incorrectly view gives you malice, cruelty, and sorrow - or the very sick colour of purple. The wind of your mind picked up so much after that the freezing emotion obscured it. And you awoke where you last real experience ended. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Mostly, you are calm and curious about your exploration of this female aspect, except the mocking it gives you, and when you saw it, you felt it gives you malice, cruelty, and sorrow. Indeed, it was not her fault she was like that. It is just your misunderstanding, or lack of understanding of the female, who is good and nice. That again explains her dress code: blue for peaceful ~ though dark in you ~ blonde for positive. But your thoughts all in knots, ha. Well, not plats, but curls. you look into this aspect and you instantly know how it feels. It's obviously recurring or ongoing too. Being your sister. Can't be that hard to get on with, see eye to eye. To just be yourself as with a friend.

[Morningangel]

Oh, good! The "mansion" dream, as I call it, and this is a great version of it. I will read it for you sometime, if you ever have the inclination. Message me.