Fairy Door Dream

Date: 11/13/2016

It started out with me and my younger brother (who was actually taller than me with a bigger body build) walking home from a field trip I don't really remember. We stopped at the foot of the hill our house sat on top of, and played for a little. After that, we went up and entered our house. Inside it was completely different than how it is in reality, but it still felt familiar to me. I forget how exactly it happened, but my brother and I came across a tiny door in the back of a closet. It was made of tiny, dark wooden planks with black iron hinges. As we were staring at it, a fairy came out. Her eyes were very large, and her teeth were very sharp. Her wings resembled a dragon fly's, and her skin was a sickly pale green. She was extremely friendly, and talked to me and my brother about her world. She was the only fairy in that particular realm (every fairy door has a small entrance to a small realm of fairies) that could talk to humans. She was friendly, while the others were mean. All the fairies behind the door were unable to come out, unless every single one of them agreed on humans being evil, or good. We did a lot of fun stuff together that I wish I could remember more. I remember playing outside and showing the fairy our large woods, how my dad fixed cars, and introduced her to two of my pets, Roland the cockatiel and Penelope the pig. Even my brother played Legos with her, showing her how to build houses to her liking. She thanked us for introducing her to our world. It felt like we did this for an eternity, talking to each other and spending time together. We had become best friends with her. However, one night she told us of a painting in her realm. It was a portrait of a human we didn't know, and a few fairies surrounding her. We saw it by peering through the tiny door. We were more impressed with the painting than the tiny fielded world that surrounded it. Then, she said that humans could never touch it as my brother reached his hand inside the door. After that, the three of us went outside to play some more. Maybe a night passed, maybe a few days, but I remember walking home from school. I was horrified to see that my brother had taken the painting outside the fairy door, and was examining it. I asked him how he did it and why, just as our fairy friend came through the door. She was shocked to see the painting on the floor. She seemed uncomfortable talking to us now, as if she just wanted to leave. The wooden frame around the painting was now chipped, and my brother's fingernails dug in to the back of it. She said she was sorry as she carried the painting back. Time didn't really exist in this dream, but it felt like a long time had passed since we last saw the fairy. Growing more and more concerned, I finally opened the fairy door to check on her. The fields I saw before were gone, and instead there was a hole in the wall a few inches deep, that stretched beyond where I could see on both sides. Fairies who looked similar to my fairy friend (only different sickly colors) had their eyes closed and backs against the wall. I spoke out a greeting, and their large eyes shot open, glowing a bright red as they started flying out. My brother and I started running, and then I awoke.