Losing my secret garden

Date: 1/26/2019

My entire life, I have had dozens and dozens of recurring dreams. Most are nightmares, or at least scary, but I've always had this one that is wonderful, but I don't have it often. It's more of a recurring theme than a dream, as is true of all of the ones I get. I walk down a path that forks into two. I know that the one on the right leads to a campgrounds, one that my dream self remembers camping in with my family. The other leads to a secret garden only I know about. However, this time, there are hundreds of people blocking the way. They're dressed like we're in the Victorian era, and they're having a party. I know they're looking for me, so they can hurt me, and it isn't safe to try and cross. I'm naked, and covering myself in my favorite blanket, which I believe will somehow shield me. I wait until no one is looking, and I run for it. The garden is quiet, and it looks the way it always did, large stone ruins, filled with brightly colored wildflowers, the ground blanketed in clover. A weeping willow sits on the edge. (In this dream, the world is always flat, and at the edge of my garden, is the edge. In one dream, my family and I fell off, and I died, while they all survived.) I'm thinking maybe those Victorian people didn't take this one thing from me. I run into the house inside my garden, it was always a sanctuary when these dreams got a little weird or scary. As I fling open the doors, and find it seemingly empty, I throw off my blanket ceremoniously, as I am safe now. I begin to unpack all my things, I didn't remember having them before. As I go up the stairs, to the kitchen, I look down the railing to the living room, and see two Victorian women staring at me in shock. I begin to beg them to please let me live, please let me have the one home i still have left, and ask them why they hate me so much, what I did wrong. Before they can answer, I wake up.