I went to a house with three other people, two guys and another girl. I think either the house was owned by the two guys, or we were about to buy it, or we were just thinking about buying it.
It was the old house that my mother used to live in and it was quite trashy and poor. I laid down on a trashy looking bed with an old dirty quilt that had strings hanging off of it and also some holes.
We all decided to climb into a cellar that was in the middle of the floor. We opened the doors and tried to squeeze in. The cellar was a small box, only tall enough to sit upright in. It was very cramped in this box.
The boys wanted to shut the doors over our heads, but I thought it would be better to leave them open.
At this point the boys and the girl left to go somewhere else. There was a sense of rejection in the air.
I suddenly felt very depressed and unmotivated. I didn't want to do anything, I didn't see the point in doing anything, and I couldn't see the beauty in the world around me. Everything was drab and without meaning.
Somebody said, "I see that you have lost the dream." I said, "Don't worry, I'll get it back soon. I'll get it back."
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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