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Nightmare #245 – The Drowned Dollhouse

“…this was supposed to represent my family and some magician had tried to destroy it…”

“…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.