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The Bottomless Toyroom

This is a very old fragment of a dream, just one image, really. I can't even be TOTALLY sure this is from a dream, but that's the only context I can put it in, so...

In real life our upstairs is divided into two rooms with a sort of "landing" (the top of the stairs) between them. At the top of the landing there's a little closet with a door to the attic in it. The left room is what we call "the other room," and houses my mother's sewing and crafting stuff. The right room used to be my brother's bedroom but now it's used for storage of various junk. Both rooms have little doors to the attic, and big drawers built right into the wall. Our attic is uninhabitable as it has no real floors (just wooden beams and fiberglass insulation); I know there's only a little bit of ancient junk in it, but still it holds a sense of mystery for me.

Perhaps that was the reason for this dream image. In it, I was up in the other room looking into one of the drawers built into the wall. Only instead of being a drawer, it was some sort of bin for toys...and instead of leading into just a bin, it led into a vast ROOM full of toys. I'm not kidding; you opened up this drawer and would find yourself looking down into this HUGE white-walled room, and it was so deep the floor was way, way, way below, like maybe fifty feet or even more. Vast! And the bottom of this thing was just PILED with toys. Scores and scores and scores of them so deep that I couldn't even see the floor. Just this humongous pile of toys far below in this huge white room.

And instead of feeling joy and wonder at seeing this vast amount of toys, I felt...dread. Fear. Anxiety. For some reason this wasn't right, and it didn't make me feel good at all. I still don't really understand why.



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