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Good morning. A friend of mine recommended I share this dream with everyone; I honestly don't know what it means. I had thought it originally was simply a very vivid imagination dream meant to foster a new written story of some sort. Remember, I'm Baptist ... we don't interpret dreams past "it must have been last night's pizza"! 
But hey, if anyone feels they have any insight - I'm happy to listen. The friend I originally wrote this to is Mayflower back on the morning of Feb 15.
Good morning Mayflower, I hope you are doing well. I haven't heard from you in a while and hope that you and your family are doing well.
Not 2 hours ago, I had a most fascinating dream that has stayed with me that I feel might make a good story. It is a Christmas dream though, a little out of season. But I wanted to share it with you to see if you wish to play in this world my mind thought up.
There were many moving parts to the dream prior to the 'falling'; things that fade in and fade out. But this part of the dream is the one that stuck with me.
Somehow and someway, I don't understand it, I was falling in the sky without a parachute. Someone else panicked when they saw it (I am not sure who she was) when all of a sudden, a sleigh in the air dove right underneath where I was falling and caught me. (Weird because I wasn't actually in 1st person perspective when I saw the sleigh, I was in 3rd person perspective. Once caught, however, I moved back to 1st person perspective and was in the sleigh with Santa Claus.)
He didn't say much to me, he simply drove the sleigh until we got to a dilapidated old house which seemed to be perhaps on the outskirts of a town, basically sitting by itself. I got out of the sleigh and looked at it. It seemed very run down and I thought to myself that if we had to fix this place up, it was going to take a lot of time and energy. Again, I don't ever remember Santa directly interacting with me, but he seemed to communicate to me and I seemed to know this house was an older house that saw finer days of children in the home. I got the sense it used to be a small house with maybe 4 or 5 children (or maybe more), but that the closest thing I could get to describe the house's purpose was to be an orphan house or a house for sick children or a house for lonely children. Something else also told me the house itself was in mourning and that part of it was still alive; in other words, I knew (and when I walked in it was confirmed to me) that in order to keep itself alive, it would bring up memories of what used to be.
I walked in the front door and directly in front of me was some sort of barrier - hard to explain. It wasn't hard, it was soft - maybe foam? And I could see over it a living room [and when I could see into the living room, the barrier was no longer and issue; I can't say it disappeared, it was just like it wasn't. Hard to explain as sometimes dreams are.] Very beautiful living room in deed. Many elegant chairs and a large TV ... not flat screen, maybe a larger screen embedded in a wood framing like maybe an entertainment center. Maybe the screen was 45+ inches. And it was playing, it was on. I didn't recognize the cartoon, but it was a cartoon of some sort maybe. (I say maybe because I am writing this down, Mayflower, because I don't want the dream to fade. If I waited until the end of today - it would be gone forever, and I so loved it even though I cried at the end. I might be getting one or two details a little distorted, but be assured that 95% of my retelling of this dream is as I remember it.)
I continued on. There definitely was definition, an order to this place. Farther back behind the living room was a door, larger than most normal doors, and I don't seem to remember it having a door knob. Rather, the kind of handle you might see in a garage setting or something. Hard to explain, perhaps I will find a picture for you. (sort of like this, only maybe a little bigger: https://dd5wnkwp5hmnk.cloudfront.net/images/300x300/5455v_154339.jpeg?543482292
When I opened it, it was a large room that I assumed may have been a play room of some sort. But there were maybe 2 or 3 mice in it scurrying around. I closed it immediately; I realized cleaning this house to get it back so children could use it again would take a while. I'd have to set a whole bunch of mouse traps. (Again, don't ask me how I knew this is what I was supposed to do. I just knew it.)
Just trying to keep the sense of the house in my mind. Again, pretend I was standing in the middle of the house facing that larger room, but still in the living room. To the left was a hallway which I went down. There were some rooms there, but they went unexplored. I just knew it was messy in that area, it was going to take a lot. It seemed to 'wrap' around, though, but to the left (rather than the right as you expect it to somehow interact with the rest of the house).
Then, a peculiar question came to me. Where exactly did the children sleep? I had seen a play area, a living area, and perhaps I could excuse that side corridor as where the kitchen might be. But I hadn't seem any beds or places to sleep. Again, standing in the middle of the living room (corridor to the left, large room in front of me but back a little), I walked over to the right. There was a very small and wide hallway. I saw a bunch of wooden stairs (the kind that have holes in between each stair because it's not really a finished stair. Sort of like this, but completely wood and also not perfectly even: https://secure.img1-ag.wfcdn.com/im/24841205/resize-h800^compr-r85/7074/70746336/Beardsley+Scrape+Rib+Non-Slip+Stair+Tread.jpg) It was leading up to there; I moved away and went back to the main living room because I was scared to go up there.
Then something told me, something reasoned to me that I had to absolutely go up those stairs. My question about where the children would sleep would be found up there.
So I went back; in some dreams, the scene might change and confuse me. But in this dream, it didn't change. I simply returned to the original place I was scared to go up. Before climbing the stairs on the wall to the right were what I could only describe as signs. Maybe black board signs, but I don't remember them being black. Whatever they were, it seemed to have the names of children on them with the assignment of their rooms maybe and maybe there were also chores on the signs for them to do. It wasn't one large sign, but rather many little signs. (I seem to remember the lettering were different colors on some sort of white background - but they weren't white boards. Definitely some sort of crayon or acrylic was used. And it was obvious kids wrote them.)
Now, Mayflower, this is the end of the dream that I am about to describe to you. It ends with only what I can call heavenly joy or heavenly sorrow, I'm not sure. I climbed the stairs and there was one door in front of me. (Which is peculiar, I would have thought based on the signs of the children's name I'd be in a hallway of many rooms, but it was only one door going to one room.)
I opened it and literally came into a most joyful sight. I looked around; the whole room was decorated for Christmas. I think I may have imagined it, but it was probably snowing outside. I looked over to the left and there was a large bed. There was a beautiful young girl on the bed (maybe 12 or 13); she was wearing a very elegant green dress, sort of like the one you might see if you thought she was being raised by aristocrat families. Yet, she had a great large smile and a keyboard on her lap ... somehow, I can't describe it. She was playing the keyboard with a joyful tune. (Do you know how many songs I have written in my sleep? Too many to count which were good at the time, but which I never remembered.)
Then turning my head to the right, at a large desk where three other children. I think they were all boys or two boys and one girl. Slightly fuzzy.
They were singing! And they were smiling and happy. They were singing a Christmas carol, but I never heard it. It was singing of joy and happiness and maybe the fact that it was snowing. They were all in unison, all four children were singing this song, elated at something though I wasn't sure what they were elated for.
So many emotions over took me in that I was still convinced these children were orphans, that this house had many fond memories of happy times and of love, and that somehow all these children loved each other. I began to cry and weep because the scene was too much. I didn't want to leave it, yet I didn't want to keep crying either. I think it would have kept going on forever if I let it (but I didn't deliberately say I wanted it to go. But you know how dreams are, sometimes they fade at the slightest hint that you want to leave it, even if you regret that half of a second remorse.)
And then I woke up, my eyes opened, and I realized I had a most peculiar dream.
The reason why I shared it with you is because for some reason - I felt like this would be my gift to you. I mean, sharing it with you.
Do you think there is potential in this dream to write another story with you? No worries if not, I completely understand. I just felt like this dream was the perfect dream to write to you about and I so enjoyed our last story where we worked together. And in no way am I saying a story has to be written exactly like this dream; but there are nice elements all through it.
I have ideas on how to tell the story too; whether it is me first person (which would be sort of bad because then it would leave you having to be third person, which doesn't make sense.) Or I thought we could be estranged adult brother and sister writing to each other letters about these dreams. (But not sure how that would work or why we'd be writing to each other.)
No worries if none of this dream makes sense or it doesn't resonate with you; I'm just happy if you'd receive it as something joyful to think on for a few moments. But do let me know if you think you'd be interested in using it for inspiration to play in its world. Peter James
But hey, if anyone feels they have any insight - I'm happy to listen. The friend I originally wrote this to is Mayflower back on the morning of Feb 15.
Good morning Mayflower, I hope you are doing well. I haven't heard from you in a while and hope that you and your family are doing well.
Not 2 hours ago, I had a most fascinating dream that has stayed with me that I feel might make a good story. It is a Christmas dream though, a little out of season. But I wanted to share it with you to see if you wish to play in this world my mind thought up.
There were many moving parts to the dream prior to the 'falling'; things that fade in and fade out. But this part of the dream is the one that stuck with me.
Somehow and someway, I don't understand it, I was falling in the sky without a parachute. Someone else panicked when they saw it (I am not sure who she was) when all of a sudden, a sleigh in the air dove right underneath where I was falling and caught me. (Weird because I wasn't actually in 1st person perspective when I saw the sleigh, I was in 3rd person perspective. Once caught, however, I moved back to 1st person perspective and was in the sleigh with Santa Claus.)
He didn't say much to me, he simply drove the sleigh until we got to a dilapidated old house which seemed to be perhaps on the outskirts of a town, basically sitting by itself. I got out of the sleigh and looked at it. It seemed very run down and I thought to myself that if we had to fix this place up, it was going to take a lot of time and energy. Again, I don't ever remember Santa directly interacting with me, but he seemed to communicate to me and I seemed to know this house was an older house that saw finer days of children in the home. I got the sense it used to be a small house with maybe 4 or 5 children (or maybe more), but that the closest thing I could get to describe the house's purpose was to be an orphan house or a house for sick children or a house for lonely children. Something else also told me the house itself was in mourning and that part of it was still alive; in other words, I knew (and when I walked in it was confirmed to me) that in order to keep itself alive, it would bring up memories of what used to be.
I walked in the front door and directly in front of me was some sort of barrier - hard to explain. It wasn't hard, it was soft - maybe foam? And I could see over it a living room [and when I could see into the living room, the barrier was no longer and issue; I can't say it disappeared, it was just like it wasn't. Hard to explain as sometimes dreams are.] Very beautiful living room in deed. Many elegant chairs and a large TV ... not flat screen, maybe a larger screen embedded in a wood framing like maybe an entertainment center. Maybe the screen was 45+ inches. And it was playing, it was on. I didn't recognize the cartoon, but it was a cartoon of some sort maybe. (I say maybe because I am writing this down, Mayflower, because I don't want the dream to fade. If I waited until the end of today - it would be gone forever, and I so loved it even though I cried at the end. I might be getting one or two details a little distorted, but be assured that 95% of my retelling of this dream is as I remember it.)
I continued on. There definitely was definition, an order to this place. Farther back behind the living room was a door, larger than most normal doors, and I don't seem to remember it having a door knob. Rather, the kind of handle you might see in a garage setting or something. Hard to explain, perhaps I will find a picture for you. (sort of like this, only maybe a little bigger: https://dd5wnkwp5hmnk.cloudfront.net/images/300x300/5455v_154339.jpeg?543482292
When I opened it, it was a large room that I assumed may have been a play room of some sort. But there were maybe 2 or 3 mice in it scurrying around. I closed it immediately; I realized cleaning this house to get it back so children could use it again would take a while. I'd have to set a whole bunch of mouse traps. (Again, don't ask me how I knew this is what I was supposed to do. I just knew it.)
Just trying to keep the sense of the house in my mind. Again, pretend I was standing in the middle of the house facing that larger room, but still in the living room. To the left was a hallway which I went down. There were some rooms there, but they went unexplored. I just knew it was messy in that area, it was going to take a lot. It seemed to 'wrap' around, though, but to the left (rather than the right as you expect it to somehow interact with the rest of the house).
Then, a peculiar question came to me. Where exactly did the children sleep? I had seen a play area, a living area, and perhaps I could excuse that side corridor as where the kitchen might be. But I hadn't seem any beds or places to sleep. Again, standing in the middle of the living room (corridor to the left, large room in front of me but back a little), I walked over to the right. There was a very small and wide hallway. I saw a bunch of wooden stairs (the kind that have holes in between each stair because it's not really a finished stair. Sort of like this, but completely wood and also not perfectly even: https://secure.img1-ag.wfcdn.com/im/24841205/resize-h800^compr-r85/7074/70746336/Beardsley+Scrape+Rib+Non-Slip+Stair+Tread.jpg) It was leading up to there; I moved away and went back to the main living room because I was scared to go up there.
Then something told me, something reasoned to me that I had to absolutely go up those stairs. My question about where the children would sleep would be found up there.
So I went back; in some dreams, the scene might change and confuse me. But in this dream, it didn't change. I simply returned to the original place I was scared to go up. Before climbing the stairs on the wall to the right were what I could only describe as signs. Maybe black board signs, but I don't remember them being black. Whatever they were, it seemed to have the names of children on them with the assignment of their rooms maybe and maybe there were also chores on the signs for them to do. It wasn't one large sign, but rather many little signs. (I seem to remember the lettering were different colors on some sort of white background - but they weren't white boards. Definitely some sort of crayon or acrylic was used. And it was obvious kids wrote them.)
Now, Mayflower, this is the end of the dream that I am about to describe to you. It ends with only what I can call heavenly joy or heavenly sorrow, I'm not sure. I climbed the stairs and there was one door in front of me. (Which is peculiar, I would have thought based on the signs of the children's name I'd be in a hallway of many rooms, but it was only one door going to one room.)
I opened it and literally came into a most joyful sight. I looked around; the whole room was decorated for Christmas. I think I may have imagined it, but it was probably snowing outside. I looked over to the left and there was a large bed. There was a beautiful young girl on the bed (maybe 12 or 13); she was wearing a very elegant green dress, sort of like the one you might see if you thought she was being raised by aristocrat families. Yet, she had a great large smile and a keyboard on her lap ... somehow, I can't describe it. She was playing the keyboard with a joyful tune. (Do you know how many songs I have written in my sleep? Too many to count which were good at the time, but which I never remembered.)
Then turning my head to the right, at a large desk where three other children. I think they were all boys or two boys and one girl. Slightly fuzzy.
They were singing! And they were smiling and happy. They were singing a Christmas carol, but I never heard it. It was singing of joy and happiness and maybe the fact that it was snowing. They were all in unison, all four children were singing this song, elated at something though I wasn't sure what they were elated for.
So many emotions over took me in that I was still convinced these children were orphans, that this house had many fond memories of happy times and of love, and that somehow all these children loved each other. I began to cry and weep because the scene was too much. I didn't want to leave it, yet I didn't want to keep crying either. I think it would have kept going on forever if I let it (but I didn't deliberately say I wanted it to go. But you know how dreams are, sometimes they fade at the slightest hint that you want to leave it, even if you regret that half of a second remorse.)
And then I woke up, my eyes opened, and I realized I had a most peculiar dream.
The reason why I shared it with you is because for some reason - I felt like this would be my gift to you. I mean, sharing it with you.
Do you think there is potential in this dream to write another story with you? No worries if not, I completely understand. I just felt like this dream was the perfect dream to write to you about and I so enjoyed our last story where we worked together. And in no way am I saying a story has to be written exactly like this dream; but there are nice elements all through it.
I have ideas on how to tell the story too; whether it is me first person (which would be sort of bad because then it would leave you having to be third person, which doesn't make sense.) Or I thought we could be estranged adult brother and sister writing to each other letters about these dreams. (But not sure how that would work or why we'd be writing to each other.)
No worries if none of this dream makes sense or it doesn't resonate with you; I'm just happy if you'd receive it as something joyful to think on for a few moments. But do let me know if you think you'd be interested in using it for inspiration to play in its world.
Peter James
