February 28, 2009
I was in our office room, which is really an upstairs bedroom in our little house. (Incidentally, this bedroom used to be Beth’s then Adri’s when we roomed together) For some reason, although I had been in that room a million times, I noticed a tiny door about the size of an eve door jutting off of the wall. (In real life, the wall this door was attached to is the outer wall of the house, in NO WAY could anything exist on the other side of it unless it’s hidden under the siding) I opened the door and discovered that it led into a hallway with five steps leading down into it so that a person could stand up without hunching over. At the end of the hallway was a regular-sized door. I walked through the hall and opened the door to find the hidden attic that Adri and I always joke about. (We joke about a hidden attic in real life). The attic was really split into two rooms, one that was the height of a regular room, with curved edges at the ceiling (like many attics) and had another room that was adjacent to it. This second room (Room #2) was similar to another type of attic architecture. It had slopping, unfinished ceilings that came down in the shape of a triangle. The ceiling was much lower, and an average person would have to stoop to enter and walk around. I spent a good amount of time just exploring both of the rooms. The first room had an old washing machine and dryer that were filled with standing water. I thought that Carol must have used them about three years ago and that they were probably broken now. There was also a large mop bucket filled with standing water, a pantry with screws, old food from the 50s, and telephones in it. There were a lot of birds nests with unhatched eggs in them piled in a wooden wall alcove next to Room #2’s door. I wondered where the birds had went and why the birds had abandoned their eggs – which looked very old. Room #2 had very little in it except for a few dead birds. That’s where the birds must have gone… they died and so, therefore, their eggs never hatched in all their years in that dusty attic…
*Notes: I woke up from this dream completely content. Sometimes, my dreams cause me to wake up horny, sad, in a panic, or about ready to throw up. I woke up with this amazing fulfilled feeling that continued the entire day… actually, it continued for a few days. I think this may be because of my weird fetish with abandoned buildings and going in them!
Adri and I actually joke about a hidden attic in the little house. We actually think that you can access it on the outside of the house by climbing up the slanted part in the roof. It would be above my old bedroom (now our closet room) we believe that this is possible because there’s a different type of siding in the shape of a rectangle on that side of the house. It has ridges on it, which makes it look like you could lift it up like a garage door.
The thought I had about Carol using the washer and dryer was incorrect. Apparently, I cannot do math in my dreams… I can’t in real life either though. But, three years ago from the date of the dream would have been – Feb. 28, 2006. At that time, our technical landlord Carol would have been in the hospital. That year was Adri’s first year in the house and as my roommate and my second year living in the house. The first year living there, I roomed with Beth. So, if Carol would have ever actually used that fictional washer and dryer set, it would have actually been about 4 years and 5 months previous to the date of the dream, not three years.
