I had such a bizarre dream last night. It was only a short dream because I soon woke up as I do every night countless times!
I dreamt that I was standing in my old bedroom in the house that my father built. I saw the lilac bedroom walls with the sheer white curtains moving in the breeze of both windows. My white dresser with the bookshelf with every children's title that was once owned held in that shelf. I wanted to take the books out but I couldn't reach them. I was upset but also very angry!
A very odd dream.