Dream Journal

We’re on a big tour in this foreign city. The people are on buses, split into groups and Rebecca is in a different group. This blonde girl takes a liking to me and sits next to me on the bus. She grabs my hand and so we’re holding hands and talking. Then Rebecca gets on the bus and I feel awkward. She sits two seats in front and we all talk. At the end of the conversation, having nothing to say but wanting to say something, I blurt out “I wonder how elevators work,” and the girl next to me says she doesn’t know. I say I don’t know either and Rebecca turns around and gives me this “whatever!” look. Rebecca then moves diagonal from us and the blonde girl leans over and gives her a friendly kiss on the cheek. I look from the blonde, to her little sister, to Rebecca, comparing their beauty, and each one I stare at becomes extremely beautiful, ideal. Pretty neat. It’s my first memory of looking for beauty in dreams.

Then we’re driving down this extremely high, steep road towards this white sand beach and beautiful water. We descend on a path not quite meeting the road we saw below and it started getting faster. For a moment I prepared for impact, but we gradually straightened and landed on the shore. The whole time I assumed there must have been a second road but there wasn’t.

We got off the bus and had some time to explore. I go inside this house and there is a feeling of ghosts. There’s some story in my head about seeing ghosts in smoke and so I try to see one. I look really hard down the porch and a small twirling wispy ball of smoke appears and heads toward me. When it gets close it disappears. I head to the secret room at the end of the hall. I open the door, and it’s old and empty inside. I look around the corner and there’s an older boy and a younger boy in a snowsuit. I turn around to tell someone and when I look back they’re gone. I close the door and open it and the room is filled with snowsuits and hats and gloves and there’s a boy there. I ask his name and he says something like “Liv Schelyer.” I write everything in this notebook but find it almost impossible to read whenever I look back. So I try to write very neatly, but it’s hard to control what I write. The older brother is Aza. Then I meet Div, a green kid. I say “You’re getting very green” and he turns his color back to black and green. Then I meet one more younger brother who is a ghost. The scene changes every time I close and open the door or leave and come back.