Short dream

Dream girl
Dream girl

I don’t remember too much about this dream as I imagined it was much longer than I can recall but I remember my mother was in it and she was living with E, myself and the children in our present home. My mother died in 1997 and my father in 1999. He wasn’t in my dream, just my mother. I remember discovering one of our downstairs double-glazed windows had been smashed and there was a star-like hole in its lower left corner which only appeared to be in the outer of the two panes of glass. There was an internal cupboard door that had been pulled off one of its hinges. The house itself didn’t look like the one we are living in, though it was located in what I first thought was the same location yet the street was a little unfamiliar and it seemed to be larger and higher from ground level. There were metal railings just as our real house but I couldn’t see any walls beneath them. There was a very large car park at the front which only took up two-thirds of the space in front of the house, it had a tarmac surface more suited to a commercial building and there were several cars parked there. In my dream I had a large black saloon car of unknown make and I had parked it close to the steps leading up to the front door. Whilst I was examining the damaged window I noticed that my car wasn’t to be seen. Somebody had stolen it. When I tried to tell those in the house they seemed disinterested. I wondered why I had a car because I actually own a van. In some of my earlier dreams this van had been stolen on several occasions. Fitting more security made no difference, it still got stolen. I ran outside to look for the car and that is when I noticed that I didn’t recognise the street. It was now dark outside and the street lights were lit. I searched up and down the road not knowing whether I was looking for the car, the thief or the vandals who had broken the glass but I did notice some youths lurking about and I reported them but couldn’t remember to whom. To the right of the house was a large open-fronted garage and somebody was working in it. Where I was standing in the street there were two large gate posts and the one on the right appeared to be made of bright steel but it was damaged. Somehow I carried out the repair myself in the presence of the guy working in the garage who presumably was a mechanic. I went into the house again this time noticing that it wasn’t furnished and neither were there floor coverings of any kind. I found myself in the cellars looking at some beams under the high ceilings. That was the end of the dream.

Shirley Anne

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