The first dream I remember was an LD which later turned out to get repeated about 6 times. I was 4 the first time I dreamt this.
I am walking along the road with some older cousins and see a tunnel type yellow slide at the end of the road. Being a kid… I want to go on the slide… so I do.
When I emerge out the other end, everything is gone, no houses , people, nothing but paddocks me and a slide. I think " well what am I going to do? nothing here , it’s getting dark, I’ll try to find home".
So off I go walking until it becomes night and I finally see an old white wooden house in the middle of nowhere. I decide to go to the house. When I open the door there is a short hall with 2 rooms off it and thats all.
I open the first door and there is a skeleton in their holding up a dress admiring it. It turns to me and says “get out , mind your own business”. I am a bit scared of it so no arguments from me and I close the door". I go to the next room and there is a huge green blob sitting in the bed. I am wondering where I am going to be able to sleep and decide the green blob seemed like a bit of a sook I could probably bully him out of his bed.
I start picking on him, and pushing him, until he cries. He says " thats it - I am telling on you" and leaves the room. I jump in his bed happy I have somewhere to sleep. The next thing the skeleton comes in and starts telling me off, pointing it’s finger at me repetatively for emphasis. I am scared so I pull the bed covers over my head so I dont have to see it. Everyso often I would take a peek to see if it was still there. It always was and would start yelling at me again. I would be thinking how am I going to get out of this situation …and then I would wake up.
The last time I had this one I was about 6. By then I was used to it, but still did the same thing over and over. I would see the house " and think yeah yeah the skeletons in there why do I keep going in there?", and just do it again. The last time is how I figured I could change things. There I was again…as usual…in the bed covers over head, knowing the skeleton was standing there, and I finally thought " I have had enough of this" and I pulled down the covers. The skeleton started on at me again, pointing it’s finger. This time I reached out and pulled on it’s finger and it fell apart in to a pile of bones.
I never dreamt it again…but remeber it like yesterday although it was 25 (-23) years ago.