To give some background information I grew up in a house built in 1770 something full of mystery and ghost stories. Most of the ghosts should be family members and ancestors because they were the only ones that have lived there. Here below I describe a dream I had, and my father's response-- which only reinforces my belief that ghosts are real and my ghosts, or guardian angels, or grumpy elders, are following me around through out life making sure I'm safe from harm and fears.
THE DREAM, SUNDAY MARCH 22, 2020. (Also day 7 of enforced quarantine in Spain due to COVID-19)
I might be going crazy from all this lockdown stuff but I had a pretty cool dream about the farm last night. It’s a dream I’ve had before but extended a bit. I was out in the back field for some reason, of course there were horses… who know why they weren’t locked up or anything just roaming freely. There was also a small house in the little patch of trees opposite the Morris’ house, which I had dreamed about before so I didn’t bother exploring it. I went to the house and decided to snoop around in the attic. There were four entire floors hidden from view, some how, which I discovered while wandering around. The first one had bedrooms and like a landing which you entered into. The bedrooms and landing were all still decorated like they had been in the 20’s or maybe 40s some parts even older with a more victorian style.
The bedrooms had been children’s rooms, with rocking horses and different cool toys that were collecting dust and they all had old iron bed frames. There was a man in a wheel chair that appeared. He was a ghost. He looked a little like Winston Churchill. There was also an old woman, thin, dressed up to the neck like the 1800s. They were a little grumpy but happy to see me, they said they had been waiting for me. The old man showed me his office. It had a huge wooden regal desk and books every where. The old lady seemed like a house keeper or just someone in charge of bossing the house around. Looked like the mean lady from the Shirley Temple movie Heidi, but less of a witch. Eventually, while wandering through the kids rooms I met some younger ghosts. One girl, who was really interested in showing me all of her things and wanted to be friends. Then some boys, who I quickly found out were not nice, but bullies and picked on the other girl a lot. Eventually they thought I was touching their stuff and started chasing me. I realized, if I left the attic they couldn’t follow me.
I decided to go back later and continue looking around. I went beyond the first hidden floor to the next one, there was another landing or entrance area with marble floors that lead to an enormous library, with floor to ceiling stacks of huge old books and the rest was empty and could’ve been a dining room or a ballroom. I found a lady lying on a chaise lounge smoking a cigarette and left her alone. She didn’t seem very nice. The next floor seemed like an abandoned apartment from the 50/60s. The rooms were a lovely pastel yellow shade, like banana, and empty but there was a dressing room with closets and mirrors thats was pretty cool. There were also empty bedrooms with built in closets and tiled floors. There was another floor that was I think the attic to the extended floors which was dark and scary and had like old weird tools covered in cobwebs and what could have been a laboratory or medical study or something.
In the end I remember you being in your room when I cam back down and asking about the ghosts, kind of like you had explored the same area as a kid or when you were younger and knew all about the secret.
I visited the girl a few more times in the dream trying to figure out a way she could come down and visit my family and see what the world was currently like. She was really nice and had cool things to show me that she’d collected from around the house over the years.
I just woke up and it’s fresh in my mind and now I’m wondering which parts of the house I have yet to explore and if, in fact, there is some hidden laboratory upstairs. It may just be a creation of my mind but boy was it cool. A ballroom! Books everywhere! Ghosts of old grumpy wheelchair bound men who indeed were not as scary as they seemed and a new friend.
Not a bad dream.
Now back from Narnia and in the same confinement of my apartment where I’ve been for the last 7 days. Oh well.
THE RESPONSE, from my father (who has lived in the house a good percentage of his life and knew some of the current ghosts, and has thoroughly investigated the history of the property)
My Dear Hammy,
I think you have been visited by your ancestral family in your dream. The young girl who was friendly sounds like Meimei when she was a young girl. The ballroom comes from the summer house in Anglesey. The old codger in the wheel chair is my grandfather who had Alva as his “house keeper”for 30 years together on the farm. The unapproachable woman smoking a cigarette sounds like Ganga.
The family always had lots of bookshelves and Uncle Harold had a huge library which was about 40x60. Every book on the shelf had his name written on the back page along with the date he finished reading it.
I’m sorry you never met most of them but again, perhaps you just did.
Love Dad
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