Dream time: The Dollhouse Mysteries

Last night, I had a fun dream.  I was in a room with a lot of other people. It was like a classroom and we all had large desks in front of us.  We were given assignments to find another way to do what you loved.  If you loved painting, you had to use another medium like chalk or pencil.  If you loved making things out of clay, you had to try using wood.  Me?  Since I loved to write, I had to find another way to get my story across and not use something simple like a video camera.

I chose to use a doll house.   Yup, it was a huge doll house with three floors, and six rooms on each floor.  The house opened up down the middle so you could see three rooms on each side of the floor split.    So I sat there with the doll house in front of me and thought of what story to use.  Like my writing, I didn't have anything planned out.  I just decided to start with a room and go from there.  I started with the attic and added boxes and trunks and ghosts.  Let me say that i somehow had everything in miniature in front of me. Everything I needed was there. Well, except for the ghosts.  for those, I took miniature dress mannequins and wrapped tissue paper around them.  lol

Attic was done. Moved on to the next room.  There, I started adding a bedroom set made of some light colored wood.  Everything was pristine and beautiful except there was a red liquid spilled on the bed.   The next room was a bathroom with the usual features.  I added a naked doll so that he was taking a shower.    The third room was another bedroom with blues of various shades.  All normal except for the two kids, a girl and a boy, huddled and shivering in a corner.  

On and on the rooms went, each with their scenes.  The dream fast forwards a bit and I'm working on the final room. The living room.  It was a Christmas scene. A decorated christmas tree next to a couch.  Stockings, and garland decorating the fireplace. Christmas lights were lined up along the archway that led to the dining room.  In the corner, behind the couch, a man was hanging from the ceiling. O.o  Yup. A man hung from a noose and slightly swayed.

The instructor came over to see what I had done and I was just putting up the finishing touch of a skeleton on a rocking chair on the porch.   I smiled brightly at the instructor who had a look of horror on his face as he examined all the rooms.   I was proud of my work and couldn't wait to get his opinion.   unfortunately, I woke up just as he looked at me and started to back away from me. lmao