Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 8/5/2021
By randybobandy
My parents' old house was an unstable tower among an otherwise normal neighborhood. We abandoned it when I was very young and so I barely remembered it. No one was allowed in it, it was extremely dangerous, it was about to fall apart. It was going to be demolished soon. My family was sad because all our childhood things were in there, and other things that had sentimental value. My family also mentioned that my grandma's original paintings might be in there, but they were irretrievable, and instead they had copies made. I decided on my own to go in and see what's inside. When I climbed up, I had crazy feelings of nostalgia, it all came back to me. I had forgotten that we ever lived there but now I remembered it all. The home was like 5-6 floors, that I did not remember. I got up to the bedrooms that were on the second highest floor. If I went too deep into any of the rooms, the entire building started to tip, it would start leaning and falling in that direction. I tried to stay towards the center of the building. I went up to the top floor where the kitchen, dining room, and living room were. I immediately noticed on the walls in the kitchen were my grandma's original paintings. I grabbed them all off the wall as the building continued to rock back and forth. I started to hear a commotion at the house next door but ignored it, remembering that over there was a multi-family complex filled with a bunch of bratty little kids. I went into the living room and saw a table that had a lot of drawers so I started pulling them out quickly in an attempt to look everywhere for anything. It was mostly just old junk. I grabbed a couple movies and books to add to the pile in my arms. Then I noticed a toy car in the middle of the kitchen floor. I looked out the open window to see one of the mothers from the house next door looking at me from her window. It was clear she had thrown it in. "What are you doing..?" I asked, confused and also angry. Then I heard the kids playing underneath me. It was almost like she had thrown the car in for the kids to go fetch it, or to send them to play over here. "They can't play in here, it's too dangerous," I yelled to her. She came up into my old house to lecture me. "These little angels can play wherever they want, they'll be fine," she said. I started explaining to her that it was incredibly unsafe as I went downstairs, having decided to recheck the bedrooms since they all had dressers filled with drawers. When I started pulling out the drawers, the building started to lean, and the woman may have begun to realize the danger. I didn't see anything in the drawers so I made my way back towards the center. She continued, "What are you holding?" and I explained to her that it was my grandmother's art. We went back down to the first floor and saw the kids playing down there. One of the kids immediately recognized me and walked over to me. "Aren't you the girl that killed three of my brothers and sisters?" he asked. At first I thought it was a case of mistaken identity, but then remembered something... driving... a bunch of kids running out in front of my car... hitting them by accident... that little boy witnessed the whole thing... I thought the kids were okay, I didn't think they were seriously injured. I told that kid that I had just gotten back from Afghanistan for some reason. Then I drove away. I didn't know they were killed. I gave the mother one of my grandmother's paintings and then left.