I dreamed my mother left me a house. In the dream, I was told she had a secret second house that she wanted me to have. The problem was, no one knew its location.
So I searched for the house and all the while, I just felt this intense level of acceptance and recognition. She'd me something. Something that was specifically mine.
When I finally found the house, it was small and cramped, full of rooms that made no sense, just strange angles, more like a collection of poorly thought-out hallways. Every room was full of boxed and trash, all set on 1970s carpet, thick and dirty and dark green.
I needed to use the bathroom and went to look for one. There wasn't a bath'room' so much as another hallway with two stalls against one wall. One stall housed a shower and the other a toilet. The problem was, the toilet was at the bottom of a steep four-foot incline. It was covered in red tiles and slick. I knew if I tried to get down there, it would be impossible for me to get back out.
“This is useless,” I said. “I can't use anything here at all.”
I woke up.
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