Ceven’s Blog

I was in a place I’ve never been to with people I’ve never seen before. There were many Industrial Revolution/Victorian styled rooms connected to each other endlessly. In one room a woman wearing a blue and lavender dress and a giant hat was sitting on a long finely stuffed brown leather sofa. She did not take any notice of me but looked quietly away as if posing for a painting. Behind her was a doorway. I stepped through and looked down to my right to see a woman in a 1940’s style dress crouching in the corner on the floor. She had golden wavy hair that went down to her chin. Trying to look at her face I realized she was missing details. I said to myself in excitement, “I must be dreaming!” and then remembered that I’m actually lying in bed and this all around me is nothing more than imagination. I woke up but fell back to sleep all the same.
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This time I was in an old train car, it was moving and a conductor was making his rounds. I’ve been there before in another dream. I walked out of my cabin. It was exquisite like the Orient Express. I came to a room with many crates and boxes of varying sizes, all made of wood. There was a man in overalls moving them. I became curious and analytical about the experience while looking over them.
“If this is a dream, then what do you suppose all these wooden boxes represent?” I asked him.

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He appeared unbothered by the question and kept on with his work, “It probably depends on how they look; colours… textures… etcetera…”

I took a long look around touching some of them with my fingers. They were of every colour, every texture, every size and  every type of wood imaginable. “No, I don’t think so,” I asserted, “there’s nothing tying them together like that. They’re all wood and that’s it.” Then it occurred to me how interesting it would be to see my idea of Thorsten in a dream. I wondered how he would act and if it would be out of character since it was all imagination. I asked the man working, “Have you seen Thorsten?” He hadn’t so I went on to the next room.
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The next room was filled with boxes just like the last but it was very dark with lots of shadows. On the other side I saw a tall thin dark figure lurching toward me menacingly. Without any fear (as I would never become afraid of a dream!) I asked, “Have you seen Thorsten around here?” The figure became less menacing, stood up straight and answered simply, “No, I haven’t but he must be around somewhere.” I thanked him and continued on.

The next train car was also filled with boxes. I looked to the right and there stood a pot-bellied man with a big Indian turban wrapped around his head. It was multi-coloured with a giant golden jewel in the front centre. He was dressed in layers of white fabric and had a cane. I asked if he’d seen Thorsten. He smiled and hit the ceiling above his head with the cane and said, “He’s right above me!” I thanked him and took a right turn to find the stairs that would lead to the room above. They were wooden and went up and up and up in a spiral. Soon I realized they weren’t taking me one but two floors above. Once at the top there was an MC Escher-like labyrinth of paths going in every direction and it wasn’t clear which one would lead downstairs one floor to the room where Thorsten was. I thought to myself, “Hmmmm… This won’t be as simple as I thought.

Just then the alarm went off and I had to go to work.