The room in the tree

Date: 12/16/2025

The dream started with me climbing up what I think was a cherry tree, I ended up somehow finding a room the further up I climbed. I was amazed to see a spacious room filled with someone's belongings, everything was old and vintage so I knew it must have been abandoned for some time. I began to look around for clues to who this person could be, and that's when I started finding some strange things, they had quite a few hydroponic setups somehow and were filled with Roma tomatoes and beautiful flowers that were all vibrant and different colored, ones I had never seen before, some flowers even vined onto the walls and around the room, the weird thing was that all the plants were still alive. I moved onto a little cabinet and when I opened the drawers I found a treasure trove of Victorian era teas and mixes that were still completely in their packaging and in perfect condition, some that come to mind now was some earl grey tea and a pomegranate alchohol starter mix with the most beautiful packaging that was shaped like a pomegranate draped with a sash of silver, there were dozens of different ones and I spent some time looking them over; I also found some old tootsie rolls that lost their color and had become transparent besides the orbs of a microbiome that had formed over all this time. I really wanted to know who this person was, so I made my way to their desk. That's when I found their jornal next to some super old lamps that looked like they hadn't been used in ages, as I read the journal I discovered that they were once an elderly man that kept this room in secret, he wrote about life and how he would come here to find peace and that he had been trying to become a woman or atleast cross dress, I noticed some dresses hanging up near the desk and there were strange articles and psudo?science books that explained how he could use the blue light from the lamps to not only stay young looking but be able to develop feminine features and even a feminine like body over time. I was curious at the lengths he was going, so I continued reading; He writes about using one of the old radios on the desk to talk to a couple of pilots with his feminine persona which he had named his "H2O" state, not sure why he described it like that and I found it funny. But he would spend hours talking to the men that had no idea who he actually was, I guess the pilots he was talking to had actually been famous and there was some news clippings in the journal showing that he had become kind of famous in the area as some kind of beautiful siren voice that was a comfort to the men. I read further into the journal, and he started to talk a lot more about his grandkids. There were pictures of their art and old pictures of holidays spent together. I wondered why he was so lonely and secretive up in this room..and thats when I started to find the more sinister things, mostly writing and documentation of when he started to become obsessed with the grandkids and talking inappropriately about them, making sexual comments about how he'd love to see them naked and how he needs to see them more, be around them..I was disgusted obviously so I quit reading the journal and walked over to the coat hanger which instead had some old dresses, ones that were made for someone probably atleast 6'3 and a less petite build, I held it up to my body to try to imagine what he had looked like, suprisingly I never saw a single picture of him, I found a calender hanging on the wall, one with vintage cars and the year was dated 2016, but he hadn't wrote anything on the last particular months so I'm wondering if maybe he ended up getting sick and dying, so people never found out it was him seducing pilots and being a sex offender.