Recently I had a dream where I went to go visit my parents house. And I felt like I knew this place but at the same time there were so many changes. The place was broken down, some places seemed like you were outside because there was no roof. But I didn't seem to care in the dream becuase I wanted to see my parents more that caring about the look of the house. But there were a lot of wemon and girls walking around as if they worked here and lived here. They would try to greet me but I knew their intentions and distant myself from them. One even came straight towards me and I told her that "I live here" in a rude way so she can tell that I wanted her to back away from me. I didn't like what was going on in my childhood home. Finally I found my mother and I said hello to her but I couldn't find my Dad. She looked depressed and worried and she would carry this big teddy-bear like doll with ornaments sticking out of it. As if this was the only thing that she now depended on to birghten up her life. She was happy to see me but not as I thought she would be. I then thought of going to my childhood hide-out place that I made a long time ago. As I would walk through the house I would glance at the girls looking back at me. Each one interupting their conversation just to see me walk past them. I knew now what really went on in this house and it started to make me sick inside to see my house corrupt itself like this. |
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