Dreaming has usually determined how my mood will be for the day. If you ask a shrink, they might tell you I'm just not in touch with reality, even though I am because I know the difference between my reality and my dreams. I mean, who are they to decide what is my reality anyway? :P
I had a nostalgic dream, as if I've had it before when I was much younger. I remember being in a tree house with one window and tattered sheets for curtains and little kids running in and out all day.
My sister ran into the tree house to tell me that mom and dad wanted us home and I screamed and threw a fit but eventually went with her. As we were walking home, I kept staring at the houses to see the differences and started noticing the colors and patterns of each one until I reached one with different shades and odd textures to the siding and roof. My sister also noticed and nudged me, as if to hint that we should knock on the door. Well, we didn't have to. Someone opened the door wearing a long thick shawl and ratty thick tangled black hair. She greeted us like she was an aunt, very sweet and inviting and not a hint of deception or creepiness.
We obliged and took her hand and walked into a beautiful living room with wooden bunnies, fake stuffed cats, teddy bears, ribbons, brooms, jars of herbs and candy and tiny coldrons lined the mantel with different candies inside. My eyes really felt wide looking at this and taking it all in. She led us around her house, showing us what she had created, explaining every tiny detail. I ignored it all until she mentioned the word "spell" she started to explain that she created candy and toys with spells cast upon them, nothing too harmful but mostly for children who wanted to get back at their enemies, ranging from our ages to 16. That was her policy, though. No one over the age of 16.
The two of them walked ahead of me and I drifted off into a different room, her bedroom where there were tons of boxes full of chocolate bears and rabbits. They were different hues, ranging from special dark to very light in color. Then to the caramel colored. My mouth was watering and I cracked a bear open and licked the inside and opened my mouth to start eating but my hand was pulled by the lady and she yelled; "That is the misery spell!" and I dropped it immediately. My sister grabbed one behind the lady's back and actually ate it. She knew my sister ate it and told her that her stomach was going to shrivel up for an hour until she burped a massive bubble, too thick to pop that would float through her mouth into the air, containing her stomach's contents. My sister held her stomach and squinted. I liked being in this house, with these neat little creations the witch made.
We left the bedroom and walked toward the kitchen which had a few huge freezers. I asked what she had in the freezers and she looked at me and smile, then walked over to one and pulled out stuffed toy cat and handed it to me. She told me to keep it but to preview what it would do. I held it close and told her that I didn't want to test it out, and for her to not touch me. She smiled again and understood and told me that there was a secret velcro closure on the cat's belly.
I didn't know what to think, everything, the sights the smells I had taken in confused me with delight. I felt my hand slowly picking at the velcro opening then quickly opening it to find hundreds of tiny cat shaped chocolate candies. She chimed in that the chocolates were for peace, and to give them to my class mates in school and then after the chocolates were all gone, to keep the mother toy cat for myself. Parts of the fur would crawl into my skin and bless me with knowledge of the world, with protection and bind into me to show me how the world was never the color of a news paper or a magazine but that the world was the color of deep black and red soils and skin and hair and candy.
I was really confused by what she said but shrugged it off. She didn't finish her explanation because a pot in the kitchen started to boil over. I also remember seeing a bunch of candy molds resembling puppies. I had no idea why she used animal shapes for chocolate, it was very odd. These weren't regular candies, though, they were gourmet and the prices were so high.
The last thing I remember was sweeping her wooden floors while occasionally looking up at my toy kitty on the kitchen table and smiling then being inside of a mario game. Lol. My dreams seem to often times switch from one thing to some weird extremity.
Anyway, I want the nfs here to explain their nostalgic dreams that maybe you've had before as a kid and they've reoccurred again. Also, do your dreams determine how you feel the next day?
I'm going to be day dreaming a lot today. : )