Lost and falling

The fence at the front of the garden in my childhood home was broken. The top half kept leaning over, so I tried to fix it and ended up falling head over heels over the fence. I gave up on that bit of fence and started decorating another part, weaving flowers and grass through the wire. My current neighbours were in the driveway telling us we needed to leave. The fence could wait.
I was at a restaurant when the explosion happened. Three of the waiters had to swim to the side after the explosion, all luckily competent swimmers. Everyone was quite shocked.
A man at a table out the front of the restaurant was asking me for something, but he was speaking Italian and I couldn’t understand, I told him I spoke French, so he tried that but spoke so quickly I was still lost.


A Spiral Staircase Journey

I guess this dream could symbolise a journey to happiness, and the way all the ups and downs in life just help to create the person we are now… Or something.
Or maybe I just had spiral staircases on my mind… Hmm probably.

I was heading back to my room up a long spiral staircase. It was cold dark metal, the clang of each footstep echoing around the circular walls. I entered the bottom of the stairwell behind someone who I recognised as a movie star. I followed in silence for a while, then finally asked him how to pronounce his name. “Ja-cyen” apparently. Suddenly he dropped his room key from his hand and I watched panicked as it tumbled down and down through the centre of the stairwell. He sprinted down after it, and luckily it eventually came to a rest on the railing. After catching me up I hid his key and mine in my hands, and made him guess which hand his was in. He got it wrong.
We ended up going to the park where we found two swings to sit on. We were joined after a while by some of my middle school acquaintances, and I felt a sudden pang of sadness that I had left them and was not close to these wonderful people anymore. We sat and chatted for a while, then parted on happy, reconnected terms.