A Changed Dream Ttown

July 28th, 2019
3:31pm

Traveling down the interstate in a bus of people.  Maybe with a tour group or something.  We drive by a place I recognize and the guy leading the group/driving the bus recognizes it too.  We stop and get out, and the two of us begin to to tell the others how it used to be and used to look only a few years ago.  There used to be a veil of tall trees between this place and the interstate.  There was a beaten trail that zigzagged through the trees and led to a field that was just smaller than a football field.  The field was a produce of some kind and had rough string hung over it deviding it into four even sections.  The produce was shorter than corn, but of a similar texture only a little dryer.  The entire field was surrounded by the tall trees, and it always seemed pleasantly sunny there.  Across the other side of the field there was a house of sorts built fairly high into the trees.  To the left side of the field there was a smaller house build a little into the field.  The first time I discovered this place, I trespassed into the treehouse and ended up having tea with the older folks who lived there.  They were a very nice people.  The home didn't seem as though it was built into the trees, but in fact looked like it had grown into this form.  The floors and roof were small tightly woven twigs and vines, the walls and furniture were oblong trunks and large branches but otherwise the same as the floors and roof.  Everything felt smooth and soft even though it appeared to be rough and rugged.  And although I had never seen it, there was a big coursing river just beyond the trees the treehouse was in.  It was just below a short cliff about 50 feet high.  In the community, at the time, there were no white people, but it did seem like it had become a gathering of all different kinds of peoples.  Beyond the house by the field was more trails leading to more peoples homes and in time another field.

Now during this visit with the group the changes were blatant and a bit painful.  The trees hiding this place from outsiders were all gone.  The field was now some sort of industrious work building.  The small house by the field was now a larger place where someone could purchase food and books, and it was weirdly combined with a small bank inside.  The treehouse was now a weird plantation type house on the ground, but it was still set right next to the trees.  The other homes were similarly modernized.  There were still trees between all this and the river though, and there didn't seem to be any exploited path to it... Yet

We start talking with the locals of the community that experienced the changes first hand.  They didn't care for the "development" and it seems that the changes were made by an outside source like "government" or something.  After accidentally getting a local girl with a perfect large afro worked up talking about her changed community, I took a girl from our travel group to what is now the shop/bank and explained the changes that made this structure nothing like it used to be.  I then take her outside to a frozen drink stand (icee I think) managed by one of the newer locals.  She had never had one before so it was kind of funny and exciting to get her one.  I then continued to show her around the place and talk with more of the locals.

*Time skip*

Our group ended up staying the night here, but I stayed up through the night and into the morning exploring and talking with locals.  Inside the large house were all staying in it was almost like a labyrinth.  Everything was strangely shaped from the floor plan to the doorways.  I go upstairs to use the bathroom and am met by one of the guys from our group coming down this almost spiral staircase.  He's a very nice black guy with a short haircut and a big smile.  He dresses in nice dress shirts and pants, but is often caught walking around barefoot.  The stairs are steeper than usual, but strangely not uncomfortable for me to scale.  He's just waking up and seems excited to start the day.  I get to the bathroom.  This bathroom doesn't have a door, but a translucent smokey blue curtain and another split curtain of  lace.  There is a window opposite the curtain that always seems to have soft white light shine through it to keep other from seeing through the curtain.  I unzip my pants, get on my knees and start peeing into the toilet right by the doorway.  A bling girl appears in the doorway while I'm audibly peeing.  She's one of the locals, and although we hadn't spoken to each other before, I learned that she's very nice.  She stands just inside the doorway about half a foot away from me with the curtain draped over her entire person.  She asked if her being there  her being there even though she's blind bothered me in any way.  She asked in such a way that seemed like her being blind was what would bother me more than her close presence while I was peeing.  I wasn't bothered, nor uncomfortable, in the slightest by any of it though, and told her that.  This struck her very emotionally and quickly began to hug me still partially covered by the curtain.  Luckily I had finished peeing by then.

Wake up.

Double take whether I've actually been to the place in the dream before it changed.  I've dreamed about it before...  Once when I was very young and it was behind my childhood house in the woods, and once when I was old enough to drive and was on my way to visit my father.

Remembering this pulled other dreams from my memory forward, that I had forgotten about at the time, like the dream version of my great grandmother's house.

I did not wet myself when peeing in the dream.