No stairs…?

It was my friends birthday and I was going to his party. I was driving a tiny red plane on the road with my dad, meeting one of his work colleagues in a car park. When we met though we decided not to go to the party, and instead I went to this huge old estate house. My grandma showed me around, leading me up through the different floors. However, there were no stairs: all of the floors were sloped, like a corridor gradually spiralling upwards. I was looking at all the paintings on the walls along the way, as my grandma explained them all to me.
We went back down to the main living room where more of my family were. I started throwing dice to people which started a game of catch amid the conversations. When this got too difficult, my friend suggested some of us move the game to her bedroom. I followed her one sloping corridors though several doors to her room. All of the walls were covered in bright green AstroTurf, but some of it was really soft like green fluffy blankets. I loved her room.


A Swinging Party

I love how dreams can draw from such different times in your life and place them all together.

It was one hell of a party. Setting: the back garden of my childhood house. Theme: circus, acrobatics, activities. Invitees: a random assortment of people I have ever known.
I was going around swinging on ropes, climbing up walls, doings pull-ups from hoops.
I started talking to an old friend but was cut off when new guests arrived and my mother was very surprised that they’d arrived so late. I told her it was ok, I knew them, but by this point my old friend had left and I was disappointed I didn’t get to talk to him more.
I stood watching the party from a distance for a while, wondering why I didn’t feel happier. This seemed like the party I’d always wanted, but I didn’t quite feel part of it.
As the party died down much later I was left with a few people, one being a little girl whom I had taught dance to years before. I was climbing on the side of our tree house, swinging out, doing tricks. I went up the steps to the treehouse and saw a sign that we’d hired for the party that had been put by the door. There were diggers and men in the garden already packing everything up, so I flipped the sign over and left it there, so they wouldn’t see it and take it away. I looked inside the treehouse door and the inside seemed so small I wondered how I’d ever been little enough to fit in there.
I went back to doing tricks, this time trying to use aerial silks. A dance choreographer appeared and tried to show me how to do the foothold properly. The little girl was watching all the time in amazement. There were a few others girls in the garden dancing and doing cartwheels.
Hours later when everything was over, a girl appeared from the drive around the side of the house. She looked quite panicked, asking where her sister was. I realised it was Nicki, who the little dancing girl had told me about. I then panicked as I hadn’t seen the little girl since everyone left. We then spotted her little head pop up from the long grass underneath the treehouse. All ends well.