My dream starts where I am in a small brick wall enclosed food court but outdoors food court. My mom and I are eating and the food tastes wonderful(mashed potatoes and some kind of meat). There are other people around but I do not pay them much attention. I suddenly find myself around to its back door and oddly feel as if I might have been drinking(drunkish, stumbly). I still am eating the food and looking inside. An older oriental lady steps out and asks me to pay for my food which I gladly do. Moments later I seem to have forgot that I have paid and offer my payment. She refuses it telling me I have already done so. I find this kind of her and make mention of it. She asks if I am enjoying my food to which I reply that I certainly am. Its at this moment that I realize that I have been here before(also at this point I realize I no longer feel druckish and stumbly). Long ago when I was a child. The memory comes back to me. It was a house then. Very small but homely. The memory of what it looked like before enters my mind. I mention this to the lady and as I enter and look around. I point to a small loft where I remember spending time with my mother. That was our room. We lived with her mother. A woman I always viewed as kind. I remember the couple of carpeted steps in front of both the front and back doors, now no longer carpeted. The carpet was gone, revealing the red bricks under. The lady offers me a sample slice of meat. I believe its pork, and tasted as good as the meal I had just had eaten. As Im looking around I wander back out the back door and am standing in a small red brick wall courtyard(not the food court I first found myself in). To the left is a cobble stone street leading to other buildings I make little note of but feel I remember. To the right a half wall with wooden steps on top of it leading up and sort of curved around over a small pond. I do not see where they lead. Only remember that I used to play around them as a child. (In my dream I subconsciously know that Im dreaming, but do not wake regardless) I feel nostalgic at this point in my dream, trying to reminisce on old memories. I leave out of the small court area and around the corner but as I try to get back I cannot. I walk around the corners a few times both familiar and unfamiliar with the buildings I pass.Moments later I find myself walking toward a large warehouse. I have been here to as a child. There was a man outside the door. "Hey little guy, you shouldn't be here" I remember him saying before kindly ushering me back to where I came. But he is not here this time. There is no one, so I enter through the door. Inside looks bigger than I think it should. The floor is ice but i am not cold. As I walk through I keep to myself but find myself almost in the way of two others in a friendly brawl. Others around them to watch. I move out of the way as they step up to each other. I hear one of them say, "yeah lets do this" as if confirming with the other that he is ready. Around their feet are broken chunks of ice. I continue on not caring for the fight. I look around and see other people. Not too many. Some in small groups around fire barrels, others wandering by themselves. As I reach the other side of the warehouse where there is another door I see to the left some ice fall from where it was clinging and brake to chunks on the floor. I think to myself this must be where the ice came from that was around the two friendly brawlers. No one pays me any attention but im okay with this. Im only passing through.
Passed the door I find myself on the sidewalk of a dark street with old houses on either side. Its dark out but there is light as if by a full moon but I dont look up. I look around and the houses look abandoned. A few large but leafless trees along the way. I remember walking this street before. As a child. By myself. Not much has changed here. I was not afraid then and am not now. There's a kid now. Small with blond hair. Elementary age. (As I think now outside of my dream I think I remember meeting a boy on this street when I first dreamt of this place. Could it be the same boy?) He has a leaf rake and hits me with it. Not hard for it does not hurt. He keeps trying. I tell him to stop and keep walking. But something tells me he will not and so as I look back he is about to hit me again. I tell him no but he goes for it anyway. I catch the rake this time and it take it from him. He seems hurt, but only as a child having to have something pulled from their grasp because they wont let it go. I am not angry with him, just bewildered. I tell him no one more time and drop the rake and continue on. But I dont see an end to the street. Then he is next to me again saying he knows the way. I keep on with him next to me and two dogs come up to me with wagging tails. One is a golden lab and the other a smaller dog I cannot place the breed, white haired but not old. I reach down and pay them attention before continuing on. (Again as I think, outside of this dream I feel as if I remember these dogs. But also feel I remember another dog, like the lab but evidently older, he was in one of the yards on the other side of the street. But he was not there this time.) I am wandering at this point, in wonder at how familiar everything is, but at the same time trying to get back to the small house that is not a small food place. I hear the boy say "ah here it is" and as I look up I see the end of the street. An old abandoned car with no doors blocking the street. As I walk around the car the boy crawls into it but not out the other side. But I keep going.
I find myself now passing an old mill building as if set in a yard. I remember this building. But it is not the same. It is aged and collapsed. Only a corner of it stand half its original hight and the stairs up to the door way. I feel saddened by this and continue on.
I pass a sort of scrapyard with a man standing outside an open garage with a stack of childs couches. I remember this man and the stack of childs couches. I remember my mother taking me there to get one of them. The man was kind and smiling then. He looks the same. But the couches do not. For some reason the fabric depicts lightning mcqueen from the Disney movie cars. I do not approach. I do not know why.
The rest of the dream seems too fuzzy to recall and I soon wake up having not found my way back to the small house I was trying to return to.
(This dream is one of the few that I can remember so vividly. Ive had several where I have found myself in a sort of rerun of it, as it was just recurring, tho i could always remember what was going to happen and do small things differently. But this dream was not a rerun. It didnt even feel rcurring. I could literally feel the time that had passed. It was a dream place that I had been to when I was a small child and I remembered that within my dream. It has me strongly at wonder with what if anything it might be trying to tell or teach me. After waking I remembered having the dream. Its one of the earliest I remember, and definitely the only one from so long ago. I feel, I want to say nostalgic about it, but that is not the right word, nor feeling. I am unsure what to think.)
