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The Stairway Dream -=Satinka Istari=-
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First, I should tell you I can remember having this dream at LEAST 3
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times a year from the time I was about 9 or 10. 1989 - my 40th year -
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I only had it once. I don't quite know if that means it's being
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resolved, or if I was just to immersed in other things to deal with
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it.
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My grandmother's house was an old 2-story white frame with a concrete
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basement foundation. It had a cement slab porch with white columns on
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it, and which was screened from the nearby street by a forsythia
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hedge along the porch. The front yard sloped down to the sidewalk and
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street; the back yard (it was a corner lot) was actually a square back
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and a narrow side yard, all surrounded by boxwood hedge. Oak trees
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and a hickory tree (huge!) and one large stone (my "mother rock")
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were my playground as a child. Inside the house, it was a typical
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older midwestern home: the front door opened into the livingroom, with
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a staircase directly in front leading to the second floor. Clockwise
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on the 2nd floor landing were a linen closet, the largest bedroom, the
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2nd bedroom, the back bedroom, and the bathroom. Downstairs, the left
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wall of the living room was common also to the dining room. Beyond
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that (to the right) was the kitchen, with a screened in porch
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containing the back door, and a stairway down to the basement.
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Halfway down that stair was the "side door" outside. All in all, a
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very typical house of the type built around 1920.
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The dream runs thusly:
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I am about 9 or 10 years old, sometimes younger, never older. With my
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teddy bear (a gold fuzzy one, wearing a red bow collar), I come down
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the stairs, through the living and dining rooms and into the kitchen.
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No one is around, and no sound indicates any activity. I'm frequently
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dressed in courderoy pants and a t-shirt type top, sometimes (but
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rarely) in pajamas or a dress.
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I open the pantry door, which is just above and to the right of the
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basement stairs. Getting down flat on the floor, I slide under the
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bottom shelf (about 6 inches from the floor), and into a hole I know
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exists in the back corner. When I get through, Teddy and I are in a
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strange area:
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This is the inside of the house as it would be if it were maybe 300
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stories up and down. The walls are there, but there is a lot of room
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between them, and there are long, narrow staircases going up each
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wall, connecting all the floors, and sometimes running level all along
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a wall, like a catwalk. It's twilight or a bit lighter, but dull
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looking, and very quiet.
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There are people on the stairs. Most of them are men - sometimes in
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groups of 3 or 4, mostly in singles and pairs. They never talk above
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a whisper, but they do talk to each other. The men are dressed in
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suits - gray or brown or black. For some reason they remind me of a
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caricature of undertakers. The women are in dresses and heels, with
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fancy hairdos and makeup on. Men or women, they seem to always be
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walking up or down like they're going someplace important. I always
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have the feeling that I should not be found by these people, so I hide
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BEHIND the stairs (on the wrong side - where I shouldn't be able to
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stand, but I can. I can even climb the stairs over on this side).
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While I'm hiding out on the wrong side of the stairs, I can see into
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the rooms in my Grandmother's house. It's like there's a small hole
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in every room. I can see people sitting and talking, or eating, or
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watching tv and drinking beer... I can hear them talking, but I can
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never remember what was said. I know I have to be quiet, because I
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don't want them to know I can see and hear them.
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When the "strange" people on the stairs are gone - I have never
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recognized one of them as anyone I ever knew - I can come out and go
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to another part of the stairs. I can just dissolve through the stairs
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to the other side if I see someone coming I don't want to meet. Each
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part of the stairs is a different room, but they're all in my
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grandmother's house. Sometimes I'd see a room on one stairway, and
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see it later on another stairway decorated differently, but with the
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same people or activity in it.
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These dreams tend to come about 3 times a year, but there is no
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correlation as to when they show up. So far, no coorelation between
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anything I've been doing and their appearance, either. I do not ever
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remember leaving the pantry the way I came in - I usually wake up
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still on the stairs, and that's how I always remember it.
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Any ideas you have on this one will be greatly appreciated!
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(I can correlate parts of it to my natural shamanic abilities, but
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some of it seems to be more environmental or psychological(?))
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-=Satinka=-
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