06-09-2022, 06:12 AM
I dreamed that I lived in a long narrow house that was half underground. It was a bit like our old house on 19th street. First there was a party going on and DM's SO Stacy asked me to help her turn the gaming console on, and I told her that the button was hard to push, but it worked better if you pushed it with the rubber hand on a toy figurine. (There were a couple lying there.)
Then things shifted and apparently Christina had died (although it shifted between that and my mother had died) and I was living alone. I was thinking about cleaning out the house. I went to the end of the house past the kitchen, and there was a small room I'd never been in. There were steps up to a door at ground level, and a door painted shut. I stepped up and pushed on it, and it fell outward into the yard. I realize it wasn't nailed in, and hadn't been all the years we'd lived there. And it wasn't even a real exterior door; it was a piece of a gate cut to fit, and there was termite damage all over it.
Then I woke up.
Then things shifted and apparently Christina had died (although it shifted between that and my mother had died) and I was living alone. I was thinking about cleaning out the house. I went to the end of the house past the kitchen, and there was a small room I'd never been in. There were steps up to a door at ground level, and a door painted shut. I stepped up and pushed on it, and it fell outward into the yard. I realize it wasn't nailed in, and hadn't been all the years we'd lived there. And it wasn't even a real exterior door; it was a piece of a gate cut to fit, and there was termite damage all over it.
Then I woke up.
the hands that guide me are invisible