I was cleaning up my house when my houseguest, who had just moved in with me, decided to help me clean up. We had just finished cleaning the living room then moved to the back room where he sleeps; it was a mess. There was carpet on the floor, and there were boxes stacked up to the ceiling. There were boxes with books and old stuff.
“Where did this come from?” I said out aloud.
“I brought them here,” he answered.
“I did not want you to bring nothing here. This is only temporary. You are only here temporary passing through, you do not have to bring anything here keep them where they were, and when you get your new home you can bring them there.” I was so upset to see my house in such disarray.
“I want you to have them,” he replied.
“No! I do not like carpets on the floors. I like the floors bare.”
“I am sorry. I just wanted you to have it.” He walked towards the old worn-out blueish greyish carpet. He bent down and ran his palm over the tattered designs on the rug.
I looked around in incredulity, “Is this how you used to live in a cluttered house? These are old things people give you to throw away, but you kept them for yourself. I do not need them here.”
“Alright,” he said in an ashamed dismissive tone without eye contact. “I will take it up when I leave.” We continued cleaning. We moved to the adjoining room, and it was dark.
I felt like I was moving. As if I was on a boat bobbing on the ocean. Was my head spinning? Was my blood pressure elevated? I felt alright earlier. Confused, I walked out of the room, and everything reverted to being stable and firm. Something was wrong, and it was not with me. Why was the room that was a part of the house structure moving? I went back into the room with my houseguest in tow and looked out the window. I gasped in fright. Beneath our feet, the room perched like a covered pathway over a roaring river below. It was like an enclosed suspension bridge that created a walkway to the other side of the river. I did not know what existed beyond the other side of the pathway; it was dark in the distance.
I turned to look at my guest, and he shrugged his shoulders in a somewhat disbelief manner. Then, we heard a rumble. Our attention unanimously gravitated towards the sound, and what I saw or did not see brought confusion and panic to my being. There seemed to be an invisible monster or entity or probably a ghost charging towards us. The floorboards and walls of the room started to disappear. The materials from the room were not merely falling into the roaring river below as expected. Instead, they disappeared into the void where the “thing” that was coming towards us traveled. I turned and started to run and left my houseguest behind. There was a loud bang. I turned my head to see what happened; I was facing a mysterious blue aura of a glare. I focused my sight, and it was the digital clock on my bedside table. It was all a dream.
I tried to analyze this dream, and I am stuck. I do have a houseguest. Please tell me what your thoughts are after reading this story. I am curious to see your interpretation of this dream. Thanks
Ok, I said it!