A Hidden Room at my Old Elementary School

I had a dream
that I was in my old elementary school.

I went into one of the rooms
and it was totally trashed.
People had just destroyed everything.
The walls were destroyed,
the floors. . .everything in the room
suffered at the hand of vandals.

I went into another room
and it was in a bad state, too.
But this room suffered more
from just being abandoned.
No one had destroyed it.
The thing is,
no one took care of it either.
And time was destroying it slowly.

And then I found another room.
It was almost like an outdoor courtyard.
In the school, but outside.

The room was very well kept.
It had many dressers and lamps.
But they were all antiques.
No chairs at all in this room.

And then I noticed
that in order to sit down
people would open a drawer
from one of the dressers
and just sit in that.
Which drawer you would open
depended on how tall or short you were.

I opened a drawer to sit down in
and noticed
it was filled with old clothes and towels.
They were well folded, well cared for.
But I could tell that the clothes were old.

I noticed that I had a long, old fashioned skirt on.
Like the ones the ladies where
in that TV show, Little House on the Prairie.

There were two elderly people there,
a man and a woman.
I didn’t know the man’s name.
But the woman’s name was Maddie.
She said that she hadn’t had many visitors lately.
We chatted for awhile.

And then,
a child came in.
He was glad to see me.
He asked how long I had been there,
if I had plans on coming back for frequent visits.
The child’s name was Maddie also.

The sky started to turn dark
and clouds started to appear.
They all decided to go inside.
But I wanted to stay for awhile.

And I began to wonder what would happen
to all of that antique furniture
if the rain came.
The others didn’t seem concerned about this at all.
I just sat there for a while,
admiring the sky
and admiring all of the old antique furniture.

I wondered why I never saw this room
when I was a young student in this elementary school.
I wondered who else didn’t know about this hidden room.

Computer in the Sub Attic

I was online very early this morning
for quite a bit.

So, after awhile
I decided to head back to bed,
maybe lay down for an hour or so.

During that time,
I had the following dream.

I dreamt that I was in bed,
just sort of being lazy.
Then I realized that we had another room.
I had never noticed it before.
I've lived in the house for four years now.
So, it surprised me that there was another area
that I never even knew about.

It was sort of a sub-attic.
It wasn't the actual attic
as that's another area.

But this space was only about
three feet higher than the bedroom.
Access was through the wall
where my dresser is.
It wasn't really a door,
but more like a window,
with two rows of curtains covering it.
The curtains covered the view of the window.

But once inside this sub-attic,
no matter how you pulled the curtains,
you could see the bedroom
from the sub-attic area.
The curtains covered the view from the outside
but not from the inside.
Inside, the curtains seemed to be transparent.

Like most attics,
there was lots of stuff.
But this stuff seemed to be a lot more organized
than most attic areas.

There was a rack with clothes on it
that belonged to I don't know who.
I'd never seen them before.

There were all sorts of things there
that I knew were important
but I don't know why there were important.
Nor do I know to whom they belonged.

But the thing that intrigued me the most was the computer.

It seemed to operate like any normal PC.
It even had internet.

I left the room and went to tell someone else
about it.
They didn't believe me
until I showed them.

However,
upon entering the room this time,
there were now two computers.
This new second computer seemd to have
a lot more purpose and reason for being there.

The mouse on the first computer was now gone,
so we couldn't use it.

And the mouse on the second computer
wouldn't "allow" us to use it.
Rather than plugging into the tower,
it had attached itself with little hands.

What were able to see on the computer screen, however,
was everything.
The computer showed us every thing we had done,
every thought we had ever had.
It was sort of like,
the eternal memory of our lives.

I think the reason the mouse wouldn't let us use it
is because we can't erase anything we've done
or anything we've said in life.

Somehow,
I knew that there was some way
that using this second computer could be used.
It's like I knew that this room was going to become
very important to me, for me.
But I had no idea how to use the computer,
And even if I did,
I didn't know what to use it for.

And then I heard water.
I realized that it was coming from the bathroom.

We walked out of this secret room
and back into the bedroom,
the on to the bathroom.
The sink was just slightly overflowing
as the water had been turned on.