I dream about my old house a lot, the only place I lived until I left for university at 17. The dreams manifest in different ways. Sometimes they’re about sun-dappled days when the world shimmered with possibility outside my bedroom window. Sometimes I’m wandering the garden, barred from getting in by the new people who live there. And sometimes the dreams are filled with fear. The house is haunted by foreign and sinister things hiding in the attic or darkened corners outside.
Looking For a Place to Belong
Looking For a Place to Belong
Looking For a Place to Belong
I dream about my old house a lot, the only place I lived until I left for university at 17. The dreams manifest in different ways. Sometimes they’re about sun-dappled days when the world shimmered with possibility outside my bedroom window. Sometimes I’m wandering the garden, barred from getting in by the new people who live there. And sometimes the dreams are filled with fear. The house is haunted by foreign and sinister things hiding in the attic or darkened corners outside.