just if anyone was wondering, my post about the rain and glue and teddy bears wasn’t a dream.  perhaps t’was the result of overcooking my scrambled brains.   those all nighters can do that to ya.  but anywho, i thought i’d post a real dream….

so i get invited to some old couple’s house.  they’re between 60-70.  its a skinny man…white hair…with a few brown strands still trying to make themselves known.  he was wearing a blue checkered shirt.  the wife….didn’t really get much of a glimpse of her…i’m thinking maybe it was a down to earth mrs. claus type….cept she had more grayish/brownish hair.  i dunno..she was in the kitchen.  so anyway, i walk into the house…someone is with me.  i think its jennifer, but i’m not really sure.  but anyway, so we enter into the house i suddenly see myself walking in…and i’m smiling and looking around and trying to be polite.  but i, the self looking in on myself, notice the things behind me…the self walking in.  there’s a desk.  dark brown…with a mirror on top.  the walls were almost a sea green…and there was an open door to the right.  i peered down and i noticed a spiral type staircase….the steps were grayish blue.  kinda like the color of those ao shirts.  but anyway, i’m finally back into my own eyes…(there’s only one of me now)…and i ask the old happy guy if i could tour the house.  a small blonde child comes running in.  i think she’s the grandchild.  and then an older man, perhaps a big brother…or uncle.  he didn’t quite seem like a father….well, he walked in and stood staring and smiling at the young girl.  she barely noticed me.  so i stood watching her for a bit, being happy…and then decided to check out that blue/gray staircase.  but the man…the brother/uncle/ok, maybe he’s a father….was standing in my way.  and he obviously wasn’t going to move…so i just kinda stopped.  he then asked if i wanted to check out the attic.  i shrugged, someone scared…and looked at jennifer…if it was jennifer who was with me.  so he goes and pulls something out of the ceiling…and some steps come down.  they’re pentagonal dark blue carpeted steps.  small ones.  so jennifer…i’m pretty sure this part was her….nonchalantly climbed up the steps…and i slowly proceeded.  i hesistated…and somehow the little girl got ahead of me.  she too, stopped…and said she was scared.  so the younger man helped her down…and i stood with my head peering into this attic.  its pretty bright in there.  after deciding the steps were two small and unstable to stand on for too long, i climbed into the room.  there was a whole lotta junk in there.  it was kinda like my room upstairs at home.  stuff everywhere.  so jennifer is over there looking through stuff….and so i decide, hey, i will too.  now why we’re looking through stuff that belonged to these random old people…who knows.  but anywho, i find a black and red bag…its like…a pouch with a draw string.  inside, i find a small journal.  but strangely, there was no writing in it.  just a few clippings from a long time ago.  but the pictures…they seemed to have just been taken.  with the gloss and what not…but it couldn’t be.  it couldn’t have been.  so then i put everything back in and walk over to jennifer.  she too had found a bag.  hers was gray…and there was jewelry….nothing too extravagant.  some rings.  a necklace…sterling silver type….there were light blueish greenish grayish crystals on the necklace in the shape of a cross.  so then the old guy walks up and tells us dinner’s almost ready.  i look at the clock.  its 7:21.  i got confused.  it was 7:21 the last time i looked at the clock.  when i first walked into the attic.  when i first walked into the house, come to think of it.  so then the phone rings…and the man walks over to go pick it up.  man, he was a REAL happy old guy.  but then…i realized that in reality, my dorm phone was ringing.  i looked at the clock…and it was 7:21.  and jennifer called.  strange, eh?  seems kinda scary…but i wasn’t.  i wasn’t scared.  i don’t think.  just felt a bit…misplaced.

i still never figured out where that staircase went.