* they are taring down the library. the library is magical and fantastic. the front of it looks like the entrance to the old spaghetti factory in denver. have i gone back in time? it feels like it's the 70's or something. or maybe i'm in middle school. the salon is next to the library and has the same fate. but in the dream the salon is like a old gigantic mansion that's been in the 'family' for centuries. we look thro old photo albums of the house. i tear up. back in the library i step into a room at the top if some stairs. when you step into this room you step on the top of another flight of stairs. when you are standing square on the platform i looks like you are floating in the air. the stair case leading up to the platform is like an optical illusion. there's another part of the dream where we are in an abandoned structure. this is the part of the dream that feels the most like i'm back in middle school. maybe cause it's the type of place you hang out in when you are a kid. it's like a hiding spot. but it's lots of people's hiding place. i think nicole is there. is it some kind of extension of the salon's new reincarnation? do i feel abandoned still? is my terabithia being invaded? i feel like i have so much more potential than i'm showing. is my creativity boxed in? would i feel more creative at work and outside in my art, if i felt like i had my very own secret place?
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