I dreamt I was in a very large nice home on a large estate. There either was quite a few different people living there or they were all one family. I felt like an outsider but part of the family at the same time.
There were three levels that I was aware of. A basement type, the middle floor and the top floor or attic. I felt like the "adults" lived in the attic or top floor. I felt the need to appease them and follow their rules. They were not bad people but for some reason I had a small fear in my belly about them and the rules. There had been a little blond girl on the middle floor. She was leaving now and it was going to be my space. I almost felt like she was going to the top floor too. Like she had reached a certain age or "level." I guess this is where the not feeling like part of them came in. I felt like I was not part of their "moving up" or getting noticed. I was just there. Kind of like a ghost... they might be aware of your existence, but they walk right through you. The middle space was large. I seems like there was a lot I could do there, but I wasn't sure what. When I started moving things around, nothing seemed to fit right, the furniture was dirty or missing pieces. I was staying because I was told it was my space. Some musicians from the basement started taking over one of the spaces at the end and I went over and told them no.... this is not your space. You have your space in the basement. So they left. They were all kind of dark, grungy, chubby, dark curly hair types. Then I think we were all going to a wedding of some sort. Everyone looked very nice and dressed up and were on their way. I think I was making sure everything was locked up. The place was so open, and no one seemed to watch out for the house. The people had all gone, but then I heard a noise. I ran to some grass and bushes and laid flat. One of the men had a flashlight and found me. He picked me up, but it was as if he put his hand inside me and was able to pick me up by my heart, which was black. They were not mean, but they were there to steal and I had to do what they told me. Then the dream moved on to the people being back and a dinner being cooked. My aunt (IV) had microwaved or boiled? some potatoes and had left. They were done and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to peel them, but I did. I had made a salad to go with the dinner, but it was odd... noncooked potatoes and beets but you soaked them in some sort of liquid marinade so long that they became edible. I wasn't too sure about the texture. Someone was to have cooked turkey, but everyone forgot, so someone cooked chicken. I went to walk around to pass time and there were many people on my floor at the end... the end near light were I had wanted to set up a seating place before. They were watching a football game. I walked around the edge so they couldn't see me so I could get to the basement and look around.
There were three levels that I was aware of. A basement type, the middle floor and the top floor or attic. I felt like the "adults" lived in the attic or top floor. I felt the need to appease them and follow their rules. They were not bad people but for some reason I had a small fear in my belly about them and the rules. There had been a little blond girl on the middle floor. She was leaving now and it was going to be my space. I almost felt like she was going to the top floor too. Like she had reached a certain age or "level." I guess this is where the not feeling like part of them came in. I felt like I was not part of their "moving up" or getting noticed. I was just there. Kind of like a ghost... they might be aware of your existence, but they walk right through you. The middle space was large. I seems like there was a lot I could do there, but I wasn't sure what. When I started moving things around, nothing seemed to fit right, the furniture was dirty or missing pieces. I was staying because I was told it was my space. Some musicians from the basement started taking over one of the spaces at the end and I went over and told them no.... this is not your space. You have your space in the basement. So they left. They were all kind of dark, grungy, chubby, dark curly hair types. Then I think we were all going to a wedding of some sort. Everyone looked very nice and dressed up and were on their way. I think I was making sure everything was locked up. The place was so open, and no one seemed to watch out for the house. The people had all gone, but then I heard a noise. I ran to some grass and bushes and laid flat. One of the men had a flashlight and found me. He picked me up, but it was as if he put his hand inside me and was able to pick me up by my heart, which was black. They were not mean, but they were there to steal and I had to do what they told me. Then the dream moved on to the people being back and a dinner being cooked. My aunt (IV) had microwaved or boiled? some potatoes and had left. They were done and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to peel them, but I did. I had made a salad to go with the dinner, but it was odd... noncooked potatoes and beets but you soaked them in some sort of liquid marinade so long that they became edible. I wasn't too sure about the texture. Someone was to have cooked turkey, but everyone forgot, so someone cooked chicken. I went to walk around to pass time and there were many people on my floor at the end... the end near light were I had wanted to set up a seating place before. They were watching a football game. I walked around the edge so they couldn't see me so I could get to the basement and look around.
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