#secretpassages

Soñé que visitaba a mi ex en la casa donde vivíamos juntos. En el baño, que en la vida real no podría tenerlo porque no colinda con ningún otro edificio, había un pasadizo secreto. Estábamos con todas las 'Plastics' (sus amigos), y tras pasar la primera compuerta cubierta de azulejos, había un tipo de vestidor secreto. Dentro de este, había otra compuerta secreta que daba a un pasillo que, tras unos pocos metros, salía a través de otra puerta al pasillo de un lujoso hotel, y de ahí llegábamos a un gran comedor de un restaurante donde se celebraba una importante fiesta.

I dreamt I was visiting my ex at the house we used to live together. In the bathroom, which in real life couldn't have it because it doesn't adjoin any other building, there was a secret passage. We were with all the 'Plastics' (his friends), and after passing through the first door covered in tiles, we found a kind of secret dressing room. Inside it, there was another secret door that led to a corridor that, after a few meters, exited through another door into the hallway of a luxurious hotel, and from there we reached the large dining room of a restaurant where a party was being held.

Fairytales. We all love them. We all want our lives to be one. Riding a unicorn through emerald green forests, trees so large they seem touch the stars. A cottage tucked away in the woods or better yet a large castle. A castle with an endless labyrinth of staircases leading to anywhere and everywhere, rooms, towers, secret passages, and corners where no one could find you. A safe space, to dream your biggest dreams and fear your biggest fears. That one room, behind the bookshelf, where you would pull a book or lamp scone just the right way, so the bookshelf gives way to a beautifully lit room full of hope, joy, excitement and mystery.

A large window overlooks a great waterfall to the right that twinkles in the moonlight. Beyond to the left, tall emerald trees which seem tiny from so high up. Mountains, glorious, marvelously huge mountains wrap around the forest and follow the river to the great waterfall. The crashing of this waterfall is fierce and loud but also calming, almost like the waves of the sea. Strange how the violent, loud and crashing water seems less threatening from behind the window, inside the cosy room. The lit fireplace is warm and welcoming. You lie down wrapped in white fur blankets by the fireplace. You close your eyes and think of strawberries covered in chocolate, wine, cheese and plenty of other picnic treats. Suddenly you hear a slight clicking sound, almost like a cricket but gentler. You open your eyes and see tiny little fairies fluttering above you. Magical fireflies have lit up the room in a rainbow of colours. The fairies float down gently and place a necklace around your neck. A beautiful small gem of glowing blue hangs on the chain. Inside your head you hear the words “dream”. You close your eyes once more think of the perfect picnic. Your skin tingles and you suddenly smell pine and hear birds chirping. As you open your eyes you behold a spectacular picnic with enough food to feed a small village. There are animals everywhere. Cute birds, bunnies, a fox that sitting next to you, patiently waiting for a piece of food. You feel like a Disney princess.

Suddenly you feel awfully sleepy and lie down drifting swiftly off to sleep. You wake up in your own bed at home, realising it was nothing but a dream.

You feel for the necklace at your chest and are shocked to find it still dangling around your neck. Was it a dream?