01/10/11
I had a lovely dream last night. I was in a great big building not unlike Kew Palace (which I visited last weekend for my birthday). It was very dilapidated, and it seemed to be in the late Victorian era. I was the daughter of a strange and mysterious woman. She had this secret room up in the top of the house that I had never seen before, until some trouble comes along. We aren’t the only ones living in this house. It’s split in two, the other side seem to be a lot better off than us. I can see their hall (which looks like a hotel lobby) through glass doors. They have a lift too, where we have two sets of stairs. The lift is very dodgy though – it’s like a bell hop baggage cart on a string. They don’t like it and the girl next door who is my age doesn’t like it.
I am in the great hall room (it’s massive, badly in need of decoration – it’s a dirty white and bare wooden floor boards, much resembling the village hall at Lamphey. It is however a room I love. (Last place not changed by step mother perhaps – last link to parents? Anyway, there are cupboards at the end of the hall. I am near them with a young boy who has been being bullied by others at school. A Gentleman comes up. I am familiar with him he is friends with the step mother, and she thinks he’s trying to woo her. I don’t realise it’s me he’s interested in until later. He tells me my mother has asked for me, and then takes the young boy aside, and apparently takes him under his wing. Next time I see him, the boy is his apprentice of sorts, and the bullies are leaving him alone.
I go off to find the woman, but she’s gone off somewhere. I see a door in the room I have never seen before, and come across a whitewashed room, with some sort of pedestal with a rock on it. The rock is like an oolitic limestone, with the texture of soap. Around the walls are various tanks. I hear the mother figure talking about the larvae and keeping me away from it all as I ‘wouldn’t understand’ each tank has a different form, and has larvae at different stages. One I particularly remember is the snow globe that had a spiral pattern of larvae in it. It was almost overcrowded, where other, larger tanks were practically empty – you couldn’t see the larvae, except for one. It looked like a bee. I identified it as a queen larvae.
I go back downstairs before the woman comes back in, after having handled the rock and put it back in place – more spiel about it being an egg rock – each little ooid is an egg, and some of the white shell coating smeared onto my hands like chalk would. I go back to the hallway that leads to the big hall. The other family are out, but I see the lift. Then the gentleman comes and makes it clear its me he is interested in. He hugs me and a brotherly/gentlemanly way, and I hug back. He’s taller than me, and we fit perfectly. I realise I love him. We go back into the hall, which has been painted blue (and badly too – there’s all sorts of gaps and loose paper etc. I complain. Then the gentleman realises something is needed and goes off to search in one of the cupboards, only they are now difficult to find with the new coat of paint. The boy that was being bullied comes back in. I notice knives that don’t have tape on them (a regulation for work) and offer to go get tape to sort the lack. One of my work colleagues in the office is in the next room, that looks like the lab prep room. There is tape of the right colours in there. I turn to go back, and woke up.
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