sep. 17, 2020
ooof, don’t know where to start here, but here we gooooo. i was with a former friend of mine. we were really close about 6-7 years ago...
it was her birthday party and we were only a few people at her house. i believe we were only girls, but...i’m not sure. anyway, the plan was to drive together to another house. it was a big estate, big ballroom, gorgeous garden. overall a stunning and breathtaking view. and even better: we got to change our clothes there to be fitting in this scene.
ball growns. just...beautiful dresses. i can’t describe them, but i looked great. like, better then usually.
so, there we were. in a ballroom, in ball growns, all alone. at least that’s what i thought. yeah, seems like we weren’t the only ones renting this estate. nope, there were boys or young men. i’m not sure. but hey, every other girl was happy because...looking good and being single and then there being boys in your age who (maybe) are attractive?
after meeting those boys i decided to explore the house and suddeny i felt like i know this place. like, there was a bedroom with a closet and i just knew that in this closet is a ladder to an hidden attic. and, oh boy, this attic was great! it was warm and nice and cosy and there was this warm light and blancets everywhere. books standing in shelves and quiet music playing without a source. i felt peaceful.
but i couldn’t be there all the time, so eventually i got back to everyone else. apparently they were waiting for me...for someting...i don’t know what it was, probably someting unimportant. otherwise i would have wrote it down.
after a while with the others a guy appoched me. we talked and something about him was strange. but not in a bad way. i couldn’t put my finger on it.
the dream ended with me, being in the attic again...and him following me there.
