The happy place

Hello!

Last night I had a powerful dream.

First there was an uninteresting part with some teenagers I do not think worth mentioning but I will do it anyway because dreams might contain powerful symbolism which could be hard for the naked brain to comprehend at first and what we chalk off as trivial might be really important stuff.

So: A kitchen. My late grandmothers kitchen except it was not. It was at my mum’s house. There were smoke as if from a smoke machine in there, and the room was full of obnoxious teenagers. Maybe the type of teenagers who might have some parents who are famous in the culture sphere, because they had that telltale condescending attitude and so forth. They were there and answered sarcastically to every comment and one told me he got in trouble at school for playing a condyloma song, and they were walking around in there and dancing.

Then I went to my late grandmothers derelict house next door. The house I grew up in. (I haven't been there since even before my grandmother died), as I did enter the familiar hallway I was met with an overpowering smell of cat urine and death, so next thing I knew I was sitting in the grass outside crying uglily (as in making ugly sounds). This part upset me so much that I woke up. The stench of the smell in the dream I could still picture it vividly after waking up.