Mystic

i had been visiting with the expectation of meeting someone, although that didnt happen immediately. instead, i was obliged to meet everyone, and introduce myself. some family recognized me, and i recognized a few of them, but i was pulled away soon after.

it was the rooms that stuck with me most. layers of them, doors everywhere, all spiraling and connecting back into eachother. there had been a tower, to watch over the expansive and sprawling farm, and rooms within the walls themselves. small and cramped, used only to punish. lets say i had been swiftly punished for my lack of familiarity, and had become quite accustomed to the various forms of punishment to be endured.

i was accused of murdering one of the more important family members. i.... had indeed killed him. some personality traits can only be met with murder, for the betterment of the entire family. but they didnt see it this way, i was then targeted by a few specific members of the family. only one was named within the confines of my dream, a woman named lucia- who had a truck and a tracker to make sure i wouldnt leave.

the others, a woman with 2 children and a deep hatred for me; and a man whose brother i had been the one to murder. after my ending of that mans life, i had been confined to a small corner of the house. i remember it vividly.

there was a small bedroom, which had fit a small bed in the corner, and two doors out by the front. the first door led to a narrow room with a shower, and more prominently, a massive purple window with flowers engraved in the glass. the other door led the the hallway out of my corner.

there were various heists i had to do. the most dangerous involving stealing my cat back, which they had so cruelly taken from me! he was in the center living room, where 30 or so people always lingered, talking and watching tv and engaging in hobbies. my beloved cat was in a corner, and i had to throw him in a plastic bag to haul him back up into my room, without being caught.

the danger in my dream involved being caught, doing the things i wasnt supposed to be doing. i havent had a dream like this in a long time- what could it mean for my psyche? am i doing something wrong, something im afraid be doing? what am i hiding?

it was deep in night, when i had fully escaped. a long plan, involving hiding my cat, sneaking out of that large bathroom window, climbing down the tower outside of it, and finding myself in the backyard. the mother had caught me, and almost dragged me down into the basement. but i escaped, into the endless fields patrolled by lucia.

i had to be smart about it, and only trigger my trackers "left farm" notification when i was already extremely close to leaving. at this point, i had various friends with me, helping me get guidance to the true exit and drive me away properly. lucia did find me, and almost ran me over in her superpowered red truck. but i escaped.