An Old One...

I don't recall any of my dreams from last night so, I will share one that I used to have often when I was younger. I think dreams are sometimes tied to a location and the reason I believe that is because this particular dream used to plague me several times a year in my childhood house but, I have not had it since we moved from that house when I was 13 years old.

My sister and I had the entire upstairs of our house to ourselves as our bedroom. But, it was more than a bedroom. The laundry room with a work bench and storage cubbies, an attic, several cubby dormers, a full bathroom, small walk-in closet and a living room were also parts of our living space. I hated it. I was terrified of that entire space for many reasons. Our next door neighbor worked in the city and would bring his city trash home with him to have hauled away by our residential collector. Why does that matter? Because, along with the trash he brought home rodents in those bags and they often found their way up into our bedroom and the attic. We would hear them scurrying around our room, chewing on our toys and just menacing our sleep. I also believe in the paranormal and would swear there were spirits up there. So, with all of these things plaguing my young mind, it is no wonder that I had this dream over and over throughout my 13 years in that house.
Now, for the dream.
I would walk into the attic which closed with double doors that would always pound open and shut a little whenever the wind would kick up. The attic would be empty in complete contrast to the multitude of toys, old furniture and many other boxes of storage we kept in there, save for one thing. In the middle of the attic floor sat a blue Jack-in-the-box. I wouldn't want to turn my back on it to leave the attic but, for some reason, I never wanted to be in there to see the creepy female Jack pop out of her box either.
And, that's it. I know it seems pretty lame and I have no idea why it always had me waking up wanting nothing more than to leave my bed, my room and the upstairs entirely. All I know is that once my family and I moved from that house, I stopped having that dream entirely. It is like I left it back in that attic and shut the door behind me. But, even after all these years, and it has been 23, I still remember that dream very vividly and just thinking about it makes me feel like that scared little girl again.

So now that I have shared...please feel free to share your dreams with me! I'm looking forward to reading what you dream about and to telling you all about mine!