girlypie

Last night I had a dream that some friends and I went into this beautiful house. The house is near the church my parents go to and I love it because it reminds me of England. Anyway, we broke in and the bottom part of the house was just abandoned. Then the top was different. There were part that had been boarded up so you couldn't get it, but I ripped some of the boards down. Everything was a mess and it smelled horrible. There was clothing and furniture and there was a dead body on one of the beds, covered in white garbage bags. There were also pictures of the people who had lived there. I went into the master bedroom and found a jewelry box. There was mostly small broken pieces left and I took them and put them in my pockets. I looked at family pictures and I took one of the dead boy's shirts. I wanted to have a part of what the people with me.
Then I found the brother of the dead boy and took him back to the house. I tried to get him to tell me what had happened. One of the weirdest and detailed dreams of my life. I wiill share it with the group I have for my Psychology of Dreaming class.
Oh boys, the only non-negative thing I can say about you is that you are consistent