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I'm waiting to be called for supper any time when I notice some deer in the yard. I get up and slowly start to walk toward them. They hold for a while, then bolt. I take off after them. They run through a field and then behind a hill. I take off running to the top of the hill, knowing I'll be able to see them from there.
I pass three dog houses, each one with a small bulldog within asleep on its back. I keep going, and I see the deer. They notice me, and run some more. And the outdoors, which looks like the dusty hills of the Okanagan, is somehow the third floor of a school.
When I get to the stairwell at the end of the hall, the hills and wilderness ends. The deer are nowhere in sight, so I run down the stairs. I don't see them through the doors on the second floor, so I keep going down to the basement.
The basement is very dark, and I don't see the deer within, so I go back up the stairs. Although the second floor is well-lit, I don't want to go into any of the rooms. They're cluttered with boxes and shelves, and my danger sense is tingling.
So I go back down to the cellar and walk in. I can't find the deer in the first room, but I keep walking. I stumble across a few people in one of the rooms writing an exam. I apologize for disrupting them, and then I wake up.
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This school/compound has been the setting for many of my dreams, dating back to junior high school. I hadn't dreamed of it in a long time, and I've never seen its exterior.
I've also had recurring dreams of a house that isn't there. The house is always far larger on the inside than on the outside (like this school with its top floor of field and stream). The house never looks the same, on the inside or outside, but it's always the same house. And I always know where it's located: in a wooded area still within the Fredericton city limits.
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lindalicious, f00dave, gha5t and I decided to go and find the house that isn't there. Following my dream-inspired directions, we made our way to where Woodstock Road turns into highway by the gas station. We drove west from there, and then I realized, no, it's more east of where we were. So we turned up a side street in a new residential area so we could turn around.
But on our tour of the brand spanking new neighbourhood, we saw a street and sidewalk which led right up to the forest then stopped. We parked the car on the side of the road and made our ways into the forest. It was very beautiful there, with oak and paper birch trees lit bright green by the sun. A sunlit trail led into the woods from the road, and I marched on in.
Not far into the woods, we discovered a house that isn't there: a two-story treehouse in a state of either construction or destruction. It's often hard to tell with kid-made things.
f00dave was sure this was the house in my dreams, but it didn't feel right, so we kept walking.
By this point,gha5t was whingeing about the mosquitos, and f00dave was saying maybe we should turn around because the ground was muddy. I found hoofprints from a couple of does. And then we found a pump in a spring with a gas-powered generator covered by a sheet of metal.
"What's it for? Why's it in the middle of nowhere?" asked f00.
"To water the orchard," I said, pointing.
Ahead of us, the woods opened up into an apple orchard with trees trained so the branches reached back down to the earth.
"This house is bigger on the inside than the outside," I said. The orchard was a large area inside what had appeared to be a narrow and cramped path through the woods.
"Maybe it's the house of your dreams?" suggested f00.
"I don't think so. We didn't drive up the little road in my dream. Let's go see if we can find it."
So we walked back through the woods and back to the car, and drove until we found the little road. We parked again, and this timegha5t stayed inside, because he was afraid of the big, bad mosquitos.
lindalicious, f00dave, and I walked up the street and I saw three identical old grey and white housecats set up around a house. "They're the lions who guard the property," I said. And indeed, they each were laying down in the classic statuary guard lion pose.
We kept walking up the road, and then into the woods. And that's when I realized that we were just below the orchard we'd just walked into. Whoa.
I found the spot that "felt right." It was right on the edge of an old growth wooded-area and grown-over farmland. There were pine, oak, maple, fir, spruce, and locust trees. Right at the centre of the place that felt right was a tall tree stump. And there was also a large circle of squared boulders. Some of them looked like they may have been cut and placed by hand, but the ground wasn't level like an old foundation.
Was it my house? I don't know. Dreams don't follow normal logic, but the place "felt" right.
I pass three dog houses, each one with a small bulldog within asleep on its back. I keep going, and I see the deer. They notice me, and run some more. And the outdoors, which looks like the dusty hills of the Okanagan, is somehow the third floor of a school.
When I get to the stairwell at the end of the hall, the hills and wilderness ends. The deer are nowhere in sight, so I run down the stairs. I don't see them through the doors on the second floor, so I keep going down to the basement.
The basement is very dark, and I don't see the deer within, so I go back up the stairs. Although the second floor is well-lit, I don't want to go into any of the rooms. They're cluttered with boxes and shelves, and my danger sense is tingling.
So I go back down to the cellar and walk in. I can't find the deer in the first room, but I keep walking. I stumble across a few people in one of the rooms writing an exam. I apologize for disrupting them, and then I wake up.
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This school/compound has been the setting for many of my dreams, dating back to junior high school. I hadn't dreamed of it in a long time, and I've never seen its exterior.
I've also had recurring dreams of a house that isn't there. The house is always far larger on the inside than on the outside (like this school with its top floor of field and stream). The house never looks the same, on the inside or outside, but it's always the same house. And I always know where it's located: in a wooded area still within the Fredericton city limits.
Yesterday,
lindalicious, f00dave, gha5t and I decided to go and find the house that isn't there. Following my dream-inspired directions, we made our way to where Woodstock Road turns into highway by the gas station. We drove west from there, and then I realized, no, it's more east of where we were. So we turned up a side street in a new residential area so we could turn around. But on our tour of the brand spanking new neighbourhood, we saw a street and sidewalk which led right up to the forest then stopped. We parked the car on the side of the road and made our ways into the forest. It was very beautiful there, with oak and paper birch trees lit bright green by the sun. A sunlit trail led into the woods from the road, and I marched on in.
Not far into the woods, we discovered a house that isn't there: a two-story treehouse in a state of either construction or destruction. It's often hard to tell with kid-made things.
f00dave was sure this was the house in my dreams, but it didn't feel right, so we kept walking.By this point,
gha5t was whingeing about the mosquitos, and f00dave was saying maybe we should turn around because the ground was muddy. I found hoofprints from a couple of does. And then we found a pump in a spring with a gas-powered generator covered by a sheet of metal."What's it for? Why's it in the middle of nowhere?" asked f00.
"To water the orchard," I said, pointing.
Ahead of us, the woods opened up into an apple orchard with trees trained so the branches reached back down to the earth.
"This house is bigger on the inside than the outside," I said. The orchard was a large area inside what had appeared to be a narrow and cramped path through the woods.
"Maybe it's the house of your dreams?" suggested f00.
"I don't think so. We didn't drive up the little road in my dream. Let's go see if we can find it."
So we walked back through the woods and back to the car, and drove until we found the little road. We parked again, and this time
gha5t stayed inside, because he was afraid of the big, bad mosquitos.lindalicious, f00dave, and I walked up the street and I saw three identical old grey and white housecats set up around a house. "They're the lions who guard the property," I said. And indeed, they each were laying down in the classic statuary guard lion pose. We kept walking up the road, and then into the woods. And that's when I realized that we were just below the orchard we'd just walked into. Whoa.
I found the spot that "felt right." It was right on the edge of an old growth wooded-area and grown-over farmland. There were pine, oak, maple, fir, spruce, and locust trees. Right at the centre of the place that felt right was a tall tree stump. And there was also a large circle of squared boulders. Some of them looked like they may have been cut and placed by hand, but the ground wasn't level like an old foundation.
Was it my house? I don't know. Dreams don't follow normal logic, but the place "felt" right.
