For years now I've had a recurring dream about a big, old scary house. The house sits just on the edge of my childhood home, visible but not always accessible to me. Earlier versions of the dream featured the house with a scary, very small attic compartment that my brother and I would climb into sometimes.
But lately, I've been going into the house and hanging out in its rooms. Various people live/stay there at various times. This time, a friend of mine is living in the attic. She is staying there with a bunch of her friends who I don't know. I go upstairs to visit. It's rickety and a bit scary. But she seems happy there, living like a student with several people camped out on the bare floors, sleeping in sleeping bags.
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