“…this was supposed to represent my family and some magician had tried to destroy it…”
(Male, 30′s) In this dream I was a boy and I was alone in a magical woods. The woods itself wasn’t creepy at all but it did feel a little weird, like it was strangely colored. I was going fishing and all I had was a long bamboo stick, a length of string and a hook. No bait, as I think about it now. I lowered the hook into this crystal pond and I eventually caught hold of something. I slowly pulled it up and instead of a fish, it was a child’s dollhouse.
“…this wasn’t a curse object…”
At first I was afraid because I thought it was a witch’s talisman or something, that this was supposed to represent my family and some magician had tried to destroy it. But then I looked inside the dollhouse. It didn’t look at all like the house where I lived. For one thing, it had a fireplace. And in front of the fireplace, a boy and a girl were stretched out on a rug, quietly playing. In a comfy chair, a father sat reading a newspaper. I don’t remember if there was a mother or if so, what she was doing.
Then I realized that this wasn’t a curse object – it was a hope object. Someone had submerged it in this magical pond to keep it safe. And by pulling it up, I had ruined it. I had destroyed someone’s dream. The clouds started to get dark and I heard distant thunder. I woke terrified.