I had a vivid dream last night. Perhaps it was of a past life if you believe in that. It seemed like I lived it.
It was back in the mid 1800s. I could tell by the fashion. I was a young woman, around about 17 or 18, slim with dark (black?) hair. I had a younger sister, perhaps she was around 14 or 15. We also had a brother…I don’t know if he was older or younger but he seemed to be teen too.
We lived in a manor house. It was winter for snow was on the ground.
The dream started with the drop of silk petals (on a book?) and talk of it being after Christmas. It supposedly was wedding season. There were several upcoming wedding celebrations we were to be part of. It seemed my sister and I talked of having nothing to wear. Or at least we were thinking of what to wear.
I wanted to raid some of my mother’s old things. They had been packed away. But when I went to look for them it seems my stepmother had already done so. She remade the clothes into more fashionable ensembles for herself. There may have been some baby bunting too.
Of course I was angry and complained to my sister. My mother’s old things should have been mine. I was her oldest child, or oldest daugher. Our brother, always the trying to be the voice of reason, said that perhaps our stepmother remade the clothes for us…or perhaps she didn’t realize we wanted mother’s things. I could not be consoled.
The dream was so real, as if I was living it. The colors were bright. The feelings felt real, as did the relationships. I love dreams like that.
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