Walk through houses, dream

When the dream started I was visiting on my grandmothers farm, the one they had when I was a child. I wanted to see the neighbours farm. Last time I saw it it was falling apart. But this day it was very nice looking. When I got there a lot of people was walking around. It turned out the place was for sale. I walked in and looked around to get some paperwork, but found none. This is an old swedish farmhouse. Two stories high whith the bedrum and storage usually on the topfloor.

I looked around the kitchen. Looked normal for this house. Then I started to enter the staircase in the corner. Surprised I noted it was very narrow and worn out. I hardly could put my feet on them. Thought it will be tough to get furniture up there.
Again I got surprised when I reached the upper floor, instead of the small room I expected, there was a LARGE room. It was very beautifully painted in a light pastel color on the woodwork. I looked into a door to what was seen to be a room for washing oneself. Several people could be there.

Then I came into a large hall-shaped room. The same bright light colors that gave it the feeling of a huge space. I thought I would like to buy this house.

Coming to the end of this room was a door out. I came out into some sort of hangar. It seemed to be a military storage. A lot of cars, old Scania of course. (used to work there). I passed the cars and some other equipment and then I came to a place for “toilets”. I lifted one lock and could feel the smell of human wastes. Closed it quickly. Next in line was some peculier trucks. They had two small compartments to sleep in. So two people could sleep in that cars when going someplace. I tuched one of them and then it started to move backwards. But it stoped when I pushed it back. Those cars has not been used for a long time. Dusty with spiderwebs on them. Then I walked through an opening out and to the house to the left.


When I entered this house I saw it was a warehouse. This one also very large with the same nice colors as in the house. This turned out to be a storage for food. On the benches there were boxes and buckets with some kind of food. In some buckets I found what looked like small, glass sheets, it was frozen liquid or juice. The same nice pastelcolor on them. It seem to have been various kinds of juices froxen as glasssheets. Tasted some. Just a “small” flavour to it. Thought this is not food for humans. It is for spirits. Around the corner I saw pots with parsley and other herbs. Frozen as well. That storehouse turned to the right and then a door out.

When I left that building I got up on the roof of it. I started to walk my way back on the roof. Easy at first, but then it got smaller and more difficult. I had my backpack on. When I reached the end of the building I had to get over to the next roof which was about 5 dm away. Made it.

When I was almost back to the hangar the house started to rock. There were a man and a woman that started to rock it. It was obvious they wanted to get me to fall down. They did not want me to reach the end of that roof. I went on my knees and gripped hard. So despite their effort I was able to reach the end of the roof and jump down. And then they were gone.
And the dream ended.


That was quite a dream, would you not say. Never had anything like that before.
The meaning of it. Well, the staircase, a narrow and hard way to the goal. The big nice rooms, the realms of spirits or angels, even if I did not see any. The military compartment, being on hold, probably means the “war is over”. And they have to eat in the spiritworld as well. The roof, am I trying to reach too high????

Well, it was fun any way, so I hope you liked it. Just to bad I can´t show you how it looked. At times like this I wish I had my mothers artistc side. Then I could have painted it.