I will call this, Dreamtown

Ok, so I’ve thrown a few things on here, but really my idea was to blog, so I thought I’d find a new WP ‘theme’, that is hopefully more suitable. Maybe I’ll try a few! See how I feel. I thought I’d throw myself in the deep end and bring up a totally new subject.

For the last five years, my nightly dreaming isn’t what it used to be. Every night, right from childhood, my dreams were filled with wild adventures of all kinds, including flying,…. a lot!

My dreams are in colour and memorable mostly. And if I could remember details more, I could have written many books. But 5 years ago, my dreams began to change. And it is only recently, that I have traced the beginnings to this dream reality to some 20 years ago. It began with a door in my sister’s house.
My oldest sister and her family lived on a sheep station for 30 years. Many memories are archived from that time of packing for the weekend, traveling two or three hours to get there, dirt roads, family gatherings, wood fires and tennis matches, lots of fun and family. And my sisters unbelievably good company and food! The arbour – tree planting, weekends where fabulous.

Anyway, I began to have the odd dream about this beautiful old house. It was a big, and had a long hallway with one long carpet runner, which took feature in so many of my dreams there. It was like the hallway was a portal of sorts.
Walking down this hall in my dream, I would walk into one of the familiar rooms only to find a completely a new theme. The time frames of the themes in these rooms differed, in that I would walk into what was the spare room, and I actually stepped into a classy 1920s black and gold coffee-room. I LOVE the 20′s styles, and began to scan the room. The floor tiles were big black and white squares. It had 2 levels with the table and chairs on a higher platform. The table had a polished brass stand and a black onyx stone polished top. The chairs were brass with black leather cushioning. Rounded arm rests. On the table was a bottle of perfume in a crystal cut bottle. It had a silk ball attached that you squeezed to spray the perfume. I sat down in a chair for a while and imagined what it would have been like living the high life back then.
Next to that were several hair combs, of black beads, flowers and sequins. A headband of sequins also lay on the table. It was just like I was there in the 20′s. Everything in the room was black and gold. Even the hair brush, made of black polished wood, was classy. There were crystal cut wine glassed on the black and glass/brass drinks cabinet. A black onyx framed mirror and French doors that would have opened to a manicured patio.
Anyhow, these dreams were happening often. One night I walked into a bedroom, it was only half the size and it was burned out. The fire in there had consumed a cot and I could smell the ashes of the ruined items in the room. I felt sadness, and left the room quickly, walking back into the hall, to find it old, with cobwebs and dust everywhere, peeled wallpaper and rubbish laying around. It looked like no one had been there for years. This led to what I knew as the bathroom door at the end of the hallway.

I went to open that door, but changed my mind, having no idea what might be behind it. I felt the fear. My own fear.
My regular visits through this old house were entertaining to say the least. And I would nearly always walk up to that door and look at it. There was something about it that scared me but I had no idea what it was.
Years went by and one night after a weird walk through the house, with a bat flying precariously up and down that hall…, I was ducking to avoid a collision and ended up in front of that damn door again! The bat was large and gave me the chills, as I stood looking at that mysterious door. My curiosity finally gave in and I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. It needed a bit of a push; there was soil and debris on the other side stopping it from opening easily.
The opening made way to an old garden path. There was a garden of green lush bushes and eucalyptus gum trees. I followed the path in this strange garden and noticed some coins on the ground. 20c pieces. I noticed there were quite a few of them to the edge of the path, some half buried. Then I noticed a glint of what looked like crystal, so I stooped down again and began to dig it out. It was a small crystal cut perfume bottle, so gorgeous! I saw there was another one and 6 of them I took out of the hard soil. I was in my element, I love fossicking! The path took me quite way down this long garden and I began to notice crystals lying around.
I followed the path to an opening and there was the most beautiful beach, just down the slope a little and there were clusters of crystals everywhere! Even in the water, like rock pools. I spent what seemed a very long time looking around finding some amazing crystals, of all types. I couldn’t believe it! It made me feel so good that I took a runner and took off flying low to the ground. I headed out over the water, touching it with my hand. I wasn’t able to get any higher so I headed back to shore and revelled in my new fossicking treasure trove.
I had no idea at the time, that this dream, this beach and everything to do with it, was involved in my future dream adventures….

Mmmmmm, I need a coffee…..
Stay tuned, it gets even better!

…and I apologize for my spelling mistakes, I’m in too much of a hurry!

MJ x